Am I high?

I'm starting off today with a very short fuse. Not good. I really don't like me when I'm angry, I doubt anyone else will either. Shake it off....

In other news, my apartment seems to have recognized that its time is almost up. Two posters have peeled off the wall of their own free will. As if to say, "It's time to move!" I know, bitches. Just stay on the wall until I'm ready to roll you up! And for pete's sake, quit falling on top of lamps! What the F-- do you want to burn the house down?

Last night my anxiety over finals spun out of control and had me in a cleaning frenzy. I was, for some reason, immeasurably angry by orange spots at the bottom of my bathtub. So I scoured the whole thing with bleach and nearly passed out. Apparently, that bleach smell gets around because when Tyler showed up his exact words were... well I don't remember because I had a bleach high going but something like "Holy geez." I did the window open thing, but not for long (last thing I need are frozen pipes) so I decided the best thing to do would be light candles. CORRECTION-- all the candles I own. Which would be:

6 vanilla
2 sandalwood
1 banana nut muffin
1 frosted cranberry
1 caramel
1 pumpkin spice
and one oil burner burning the scent "cinnamon bun heaven"

Can you tell I work at Bath & Body Works?

Then for awhile my apartment smelled like bleach + a pastry shop on LSD. Now it's back to normal, either that or I burned out the inside of my nose.

Two finals down, two to go and I need to stop being cranky. No wait... people need to STOP making me cranky.