I hate you, period.

I'm probably the only woman in the world who is looking forward to menopause because I'll finally be warm. And I won't have to deal with this scenario anymore:

I wake up, feeling like hammered shit, there's a bloody pool of goo in my underwear, I've got a headache, backache, neck ache, an everything ache and I'm out of pads and pills.
So I manage to get myself to a store where I stumble to the aisles to grab my personal things, find my way to the register to pay. I throw my things on the counter and the clerk has the nerve to say, "Hi! How are you?"
I really have to control myself to not start screaming "Seriously???!!! You're asking me how the fuck I'm doing when I'm buying pads and pills, wearing a stained sweatshirt and over-sized pants and I look like death slightly warmed over????!!! How the fuck do you THINK I'm doing???!!!"

So, I'd like to throw up a huge proverbial middle finger at this entire week!