Just touchy, thank you.

I've been grumpy all day, constantly one step away from snapping at people. My mom "joked" with my 11 year old female cousin about how she should have walked some more because it looked like she hadn't lost weight, at which point I had a 'Nam-like flashback to all the verbal and emotional abuse I took from her during my formative years and barely restrained myself from telling mom off. And then I stepped off and on the scale more than six times between this afternoon and this evening. That stuff? just the tip of the iceberg. And I'm bloated and I hate my hair and I don't want to work this upcoming weekend and argh! Total Cathy moment, I tell you.

Littlest brother leaves for college tomorrow. He's going to the wilds of Upstate New York, and the 'rents plan on leaving the house at 3 in the morning to get him there between 9 and 12pm. To be completely honest, I didn't think he'd even *get* into a college, so I'm glad he's going somewhere to play football and doesn't have to commute.

I'm looking forward to seeing G.I. Joe. Against all rhyme and reason, I know. The show doesn't have the emotional resonance that Transformers (and, to be clear, I'm talking about Transformers: The Movie and the memories I have of watching it when I was younger) had, and I don't think I'll be too irate when (not if) I'm confronted with a "things go BOOM" flick.