Well, I kinda terminated. I wonder how it will blow over, sigh.

Am trying to weigh how much of this is me being wronged, how much is PMS, how much is almost no sleep, and how much is my remarkable skill at getting worked up in a jif. For the record though, my T's being presumptuous and that makes me mad in an almost instinctive way. The bull and the red cape. I tell myself I'm not the bull, but can't quite deal with the bait of her judgment.