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Originally Posted by recluse
Damn mood hits you, it doesn't make sense. You know it doesn't make sense. You just got to ride it out.
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Yup. Weird-arse things, hormones and emotions and whatever the hell else make up our moods. If my blood sugar gets low enough, I seriously start thinking that a) everyone hates me and b) everyone is out to get me and c) everything that every other person in the vicinity does, they do with the sole intent of annoying me.
I'd prefer to be pudgy than homicidal. Mostly.