Why must you breathe?

You know how sometimes when you are tired and you don’t feel all that well you run out of patience for random noises? I hit that point yesterday like a brick wall. I was so forking grateful my friend was over so that I could walk out into the yard instead of going off like a roman candle over and over. I wasn’t sweet and loving… but it wasn’t as bad as it could be.

I have a kid free weekend this weekend. I’m about four hours of work away from feeling really done and happy with the house.

I need to fucking rest.