Hates on the hormones

It's a lovely day. I don't have too much homework. There's PoT fansubs for episodes 43-98 lying next to the DVD player. Everything's great.

And I feel like I'm ready to throw myself at walls, or burst into tears. All I can say is: right now, a hysterectomy is looking awfully good, if only it can stop these fucking moodswings!