We’ve all had them: those nights where logic takes a backseat, your temper grows fangs, and suddenly you’re howling at whoever dared look at you sideways. The dishes in the sink become a personal insult. That one email ruins your whole night. The dog looks concerned.
And Survived. That makes you unusual.
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