One of those "angry" moods. When my mum gets mad, she sounds stupid.
Stupid and weak.
I'm "full of shit", apparently.
Oh, but that's not all, dear mum, don't you know?
... I'm also full of wine, microwave chimichangas and a possible death-bound fetus.
Drown the little monster in a bottle of $1.99 wine.
Smother it in toxic chimichanga mush.
... Or I could just be paranoid (and I probably am).
I need a pony. (And more cigarettes).