Does Anyone Have A Nerve To Spare???

Apparently there was a break-in in my apartment last night - but they only took one thing. Yes, that's right, whoever snuck into the Pink Palace made off with every single last one of my nerves. What else could explain the fact that I've got zero patience and feel like punching every one I see in the face? Is this Monday's doing? Or am I just cranky? Either way, I'm ready to go back to bed. Plus, my tattoo hurts. Stupid guy. He gave me shoddy advice on how to care for it - I think it's messed up now. Blurgh.