Irritable Laura Syndrome

I am irritable. Actually, I think it needs to be capitalized - Irritable - not all caps, because that suggests a complete descent into hellacious bitch, and we're not quite there yet. So if you are in a happy place and don't want to be brought down by Laura's numerous complaints, I'd exit that web browser right about now. Can't say I didn't warn you.

List of Things Contributing to Laura's Irritability:
1) Damn Paxil withdrawal - I am exhausted and every time I take a step, it feels like my brain is getting jolted by something, which is a lovely addition to my persistent headache. So I get to feel like my cranium is blown up with this additional shock if I decide to walk. Funny, I think I have to walk today. And every day. My stomach is a mix of nausea going to pure hunger and back and forth, so that's also quite enjoyable.

2) The Pope - I am so furious that he would even think that condoms don't help the spread of AIDS in Africa, let alone announce it to everyone. AIDS in Africa is an uncontrollable epidemic with no clear end in sight. It doesn't just impact people who decide to have sex - It can change or even end the lives of the children whose parents have the disease. If you're a woman in some African nations, prostitution is the best paying occupation you can feasibly have, and odds are you're going to wind up with it. Not to mention, there's the stigma attached to even mentioning sex in schools, let alone advocating condom use. I know that the church preaches abstinence and is against homosexual relationships...Something I disagree with, but the majority of AIDS cases in Africa are not from homosexual relationships and many people contract the virus because they believe their partner is monogamous when their not. Aside from a vaccination which isn't ready yet and short of quarantining afflicted patients, condoms are the best thing we've got. And who knows how this thing will mutate if we don't handle it as soon as possible. The Pope has said so many absurd things, but this turns my stomach.

3) My pen - I'm referring to the pen that exploded in my lab coat pocket, and now everyone feels the need to tell me that I have a black stain on my coat. Why aren't lab coats black? It really makes no sense for them to be white because stuff jumps on them or explodes on them on a relatively frequent basis.

4) All the people raising more money for Harvest for Hunger than me

5) I left my soup at work - Self explanatory

6) That I really have about 80 more things to complain about, but I think I need to spare you