Today - Bleh

Today is really shaping up to be lame right now. I can't even explain the extent of the lameness, but honestly...ugh.
First of all, three guys I totally respect and look up to as awesome, enlightened, decent men dropped the ball in my opinion by championing a gross, debasing photo-spread with the Glee stars in GQ magazine, because, and I quote "It was smokin"
Meh.
It always hurts when some of your moral compass people let you down like that. I'm blue about it.
Especially one of them, who I REALLY seriously and constantly look up to as a person who is beyond that sort of male pattern garbage. So, thus...meh and bleh today.
It is probably my fault for holding them up the standard that I did, but I don't know. Shouldn't someone holding you up to a standard of greatness be a compliment to you? It would be a compliment to me. Perhaps I'm just being unreasonable, because after all, enjoying GQ is probably hardwired into a guy's psyche. I'm sort of baffled though. And sad. Moving on.
There is other stuff too, that I can't get into. Let's just call it...Friend Weirdness and Confusion.
I hate F.W.A.C. It completely screws things up for me until it gets resolved. I just hope this all gets resolved soon.
So, meh again.
In other news, I am sure that I'm having a massive installment of baby hormones today which is, I'm positive, contributing to the general feeling of insanity/anxiety/anger/grumpiness. I am not fit to be around polite society at all. Put me behind the wheel of a car right now and I'd run over bambi's mother if she got in the way. I caught my reflection in the dining room mirror a little while ago and practically had a nervous breakdown over the size of my baby bump. If it is this big now, what on earth will I look like in a month? By March? I'll be as big as a conversion van. Why am I so much bigger with this baby? Normally this would not freak me out, but today I am coasting along in a sea of mismatched serotonin levels. Meh is very quickly turning into something far more sinister and frightening. I cannot wait until Rory gets home because he is usually my equilibrium restorer.
This is so bad. I'm getting more psycho as I type this. I feel like someone should be locking me into a basement jail cell, like the wolfman during a full moon, until whatever this is passes. I think it might be best if I just stay off of facebook for the rest of the day because I am liable to sail into my three guy friends like Joan of Arc with an automatic weapon filled with poison bullets. It. Is. That. Bad.
Oh wait, to top it off, I'm having super-massive, highly colorful migraine auras today. Everywhere I look is full of bright sparks zipping all over and I feel like I'm as some sick, soundless fireworks display that I can't leave or escape.
Ugh. It is just a bad day all around. Meh to the tenth power.