Still a big ball of stress 'cause I got pretty snippy some of Peg's attempts to help, last night, before I finally got a hold of myself and decided to go back to the market and resolve it. I HATE the person I become when I'm stressed out like that and have gotten it into my head I'm not being listened to, because I get really sullen and snippy, and I see why it's driven people nuts in the past.

But Peg's dealt with her usual reptilian grace and healthy detachment: she told me I was a terrible person and she was breaking up with me immediately (in a voice so mischievous even my guilty-puppy brain couldn't take it seriously <3 ), bit me on the head some, and "made" me go down on her. Conflict resolved. :D It's such a relief having someone around who realizes I hate Empress Snippycat as much as they do, and all I need to banish her is THIRTY FUCKING SECONDS of peace to collect my sanity, something that was... difficult to acquire sometimes in other households.

Otherwise, yeah, I'm fairly good. Called home and invoked the one person who my fretful hindbrain will actually LISTEN to: Dr. Mom. She repeated everyone else's advice, that there's NO FUCKING WAY a 4-month old package of turkey wouldn't be putrescent by the time it got to me. "Really unfortunate misprint" is still my lead theory.

Fortunately, the little black speck in my right eye reappeared this morning, so I still have something to worry about. ;D (And yes, every conceivable "King of Pain" joke has been made, thanks much. :p ) I think I'll be okay, no other symptoms.