I'm a bitch

Okay. Today was...a day. I was guilted (not sure if that's a word) into going to the movies. Family time, she says. Whatever. We went to see Wreck it, Ralph. I'm not gonna lie, I liked it. It was very punny.
But I couldn't fully enjoy due to my on and off headaches throughout the movie. And my more-than-a-little-bit annoying brother who nudged and tapped me was not helping. Family time. Oh joy.
Then I was starving all day because I did not eat breakfast or lunch. We were late so we couldn't buy food or drinks.
When I'm hungry, I turn into a cranky bitch. Every. Little. Thing. Annoyed me.
Talking. Loud music. Arguing. Commercials. Nagging. Lights. Cartoons. Questions. Jokes. Smells. People. Texts. Calls. Clothes. AIR!
I could go on and on.
But once I sunk my teeth into that turkey burger and chased it with sweet potato fries...I relaxed. There are still some lingering feelings. But as long as I make as little to no communication with my darling siblings for the rest of the night...I'll be fine.

Yours psychotically,
Jab