Subtitled: Dude, I have been a total bitch all month.

I have. I've been down and blue and irritable and snappish and generally no fun to be around, even for me, for absolutely no reason. Nothing hugely awful has happened, it's actually been an alright time, with games and live Eddie and Tim Curry, and a concert and stuff. And yet. I have been miserable. I think I know what it was.

WITHDRAWAL.

I stopped eating fried foods = I instantly became a lot less fun to know. Nothing else changed this month, and yet everything's clouded over. Don't know why or what chemicals this has affected in my brain, but it sure seems like it has. That's it. If I want that chicken biscuit tomorrow morning, it's on. Queso and chips? I'm not denying myself. The last couple weeks have not been pretty, people. I think this will fix it. If a Chuychanga can't solve the problem, I don't know what can.