PMSing sucks.

It's good thing I have something to blame my behaviors/feelings on. I go from crying to pissed off in seconds. I feel as if things don't go exactly how I'd like them to I'm going to end up murdering someone...well at the most threaten it. I want to say I feel bad for Nick for having to put up with me...but I'm in a bad mood so fuck that. I feel like I'm stuck in this house all day because a) I don't have my car and b)it's 500 degrees outside. I used to walk every single day and now I simply can't. I wanted to visit the gym early this morning but was unable to because my son got up at 3am and refused to go back to sleep till 5am. Bleh....can someone just come to my house and amputate all the fat on my body, please? I'll be your best friend :-)