Fuck summer

Well, after having a minor and barely-concealed meltdown over accidentally losing my opening internet tags earlier this afternoon, I sat through a two hour math class trying not to trigger myself. Totally normal response, right? Maybe time for another therapy session? Or I could just stick my fingers in my ears and continue to loudly sing that I'm fine, everything's fine over here, nothing to see, move on. Fuck summer.

On perhaps a lighter note:

Today's smoothie:

banana-1 & 1/2
fresh strawberries-5
snap peas-10
sliced pineapple-about a cup
yogurt-five tablespoons
1% milk-about two cups
baby carrots-about half a cup

(The reason for the extra everything is hide the taste of the carrots, which I hate, but I'm told are good for me.

Prognosis: It tastes like carrot. Fuck today.