I just didn't know how to explain it without sounding like I needed to be institutionalized, but it includes three pregnancy tests (all negative), a fight with my agent, a turbulent plane ride to Aspen, Colorado (where the man behind me threw up), maggots on a live chicken and overthinking a hypothetical career situation that never actually happened.
Can we say, hormonally imbalanced?
Thank heaven for birth control...I'm back on track.
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You are hilarious! I love this stuff!
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