I'm having one of those days.

Y'know. One of those days. When your uterus is trying to claw it's way out through your stomach, and your body is picking today to be its most unattractive (and your clothes are aiding and abetting, the fuckers), and your room looks like a bomb hit it and you have two hours to get it presentable so a prospective tenant can see see it, and it's hit you that you have 11 days to get your entire life squared away so you don't lose bits of it in the 7000-odd miles between here and there, and there is somewhere you swore never to go back to for any prolonged period of time and look, you're doing exactly that, and...

Today is one of those days.