...when the mirror is telling me I weigh twice what the scale says.
...when I seriously NEED my house to be clean, but have almost no motivation to actually clean it.
...when even harmless comments put me on edge, and occasionally push me over it.
...when I do completely irrational things in the name of improving my mood, e.g. buying Arby's for lunch when there are perfectly good leftovers in the fridge.
...when I feel so restless I could go
...when having 101 Dalmatians on repeat is actually helping my sanity, rather than threatening it.
Guess it's just a wrong side of the bed kind of day. Just keepin' it real, y'all.