Day

I had a great time today with Jack, Terry, and Lucivar at the Reptile Convention and the High Museum of Art. Lunch with them at Chili's was fun, as was sitting around drinking tea and chatting at our house. 

Unfortunately, I have almost nothing good to day about any of it because my hip is killing me, and my hormones are trying hard to convince me that the fact I can't go out and view the full moon tonight is the End Of The World. 

Pretty much the moment Terry and Lucivar left and my distraction was gone, I started bawling. 

This sucks. 

Period + Full Moon = Heavily amplified emotions = Crying over ridiculous things