k i t s c h y p o t e m k i n

Every so often, I get hit with a mean case of PMS. Hardly worthy blogging fodder, but don't you sometimes just feel like ripping your brain out so you could fix whatever's wrong with it? God knows I've tinkered with ALL my gadgets-gone-wonky this way (usually made it worse, but at least I tried), and this morning I really wish there was a screwdriver for the skull.