MOONSTRUCK
My life has descended into a whirl of crisis and drama (and extremely impatient hair-tearing waiting), which I hope is a result of a combination of the full moon and PMS. Considering the amount of backpedaling and soothing and reasoning and apologizing I have done in the last week, I should be well on my way to acquiring a diplomatic certification. I could represent a country by now, I’m so qualified! 😛 Chechnya, are you listening? Go away moon, I’ve had my fill! I definitely have a cold. And a sore throat. Yesterday, I was popping Tylenol like there was...