argh;

[amezri]

Hrm. Next time anyone sees me eating large quantities of gluten/yeast products, please yell at me.

All week at the New Voyages shoot I ate crap that I'm not supposed to. Yeah, I always eat gluten products -- pasta and pizza, etc, but it's usually in small enough quantities that I can deal with being a little cranky. Unfortunately, most days there my diet was like pizza and sandwiches and other stuff that I really shouldn't eat, but those were my choices or, you know, not eat. Glargh. The last two days I'd finally gotten some salads for meals, but it was pretty much too late by that point.

So now I'm at home and all that crap is hitting me. And I'm tired and cranky. Like, really, really aggro. I was sitting at the dinner table and the sound of my mother chewing made me want to stab her in the neck. Hm. After dinner, I passed out on the couch for like 30min and then was woken up by people asking me dumb-ass questions which further made me want to irrationally injure people. I did manage to wash the dishes, while being constantly annoyed, and just kept my mouth shut. Except, of course, my mother predictably asks me what my problem is and why I'm so cranky when she knows that when I'm cranky and pissed off I try not to say anything because I know it's me that's the issue and not anyone else, but like, asking me about it really doesn't help me not get pissed off.

Right. So. No more wheat/bread/yeast/gluten products for me for a while. And I need to start taking my royaldophilus again. And I'm going to bed.

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I feel your pain.