Damnit, I have PMS.
This was an incredibly productive week, and I should be feeling pretty good all around, but instead I spent the morning grumpy and brooding. This should have been a warning sign that it was probably a bad time for me to, oh, start reading about uncontacted tribes (which is ALWAYS depressing reading) but I’m not very quick on the uptake.
Then I followed random links and wound up at this guy and promptly burst into tears (not that it’s not a bloody tragic story, but I’m generally not quite so hair triggered.)
I should go paint phalloi or something happy.