Today was horrible. It’s not even over yet. I can only hope that with the last remaining 4.25 hours, nothing explodes. I might explode. I am so furious, I just may spontaneously combust. It’s Mother’s Day, too. Irony. I woke up in a spectacularly shitty mood. I’ve been doing that lately. I keep hoping it’s hormones. Maybe I’m pregnant. (Nope.) Maybe I’m getting my period, finally. (Nope.) Or maybe, I ‘m just choosing to be a complete terror of a human being. (Maybe.) Whatever the reason, I tried to snap out of it (ok, not really) but I would snap back into my funk almost instantaneously. All I wanted was time to clean my bathroom. I hate cleaning bathrooms. I hate dirty bathrooms even more. That’s a really fucking low bar for a happy Mother’s Day, but I don’t really care for holidays, anyhow. Besides, it’s not like I could…