Madness.

I am mad at my ovaries. They aren't working. I have yet to ovulate. I am mad at myself because I have become something I never wanted to be.

I am mad because my laptop shit the bed. I lost most of my writing.

I am mad at how sensitive I have been with the cold weather.

I am mad that there in never sugar at work when I want it.

I am mad that the Bruins have yet to play a game.

I am sure I will add to this more later.