It should be confirmed that I've lost my mind.

Or, I have serious spring fever.

I can't focus on anything for more than five minutes. It pains me to talk/deal with people that are slow. (Shut up, more than usual).

I'm having wild capricious thoughts of bora bora and lovely native men.

Why oh why must I work for a living?

I'm a good girl, why am I not rewarded by little gumby with a couple mill in the lottery?