To be more precise, it was, "Shut up, Wynter. Just Shut Up! I've had enough!" Am I proud of myself? Nope. Do I feel bad? Nope. Author notes this just happened within the last 15 minutes and that it is now 3:46 AM. I have to be up in 4 hours and 15 minutes. Think I'll get to sleep anytime soon? Doubtful. I'm not even going to try. And I have my endocrinologist appointment tomorrow. I'll spare you the details. It was just more of the same. Prompted by who knows what because I certainly have no idea. You know, from the age of *2* I've said that by the time she is 13, I'm going to be locked up in a padded cell. Any idea how to get one of those?