Cabin Fever

My cabin fever is bad enough that I am willing to go Christmas shopping with my mom tonight.

I don't like stores of people when I feel good. Feeling bad is going to make me try to run people over--"an eye for an eye" thing after having my heels slammed into with a cart, which happens nearly every stinking time I go shopping. It's easier to be mean back to people when I'm sick or grumpy.

Mom's probably only taking me for my disabled parking. ;)

ETA: It actually wasn't bad. I didn't want to bludgeon anyone with the nearest piece of cheap plastic crap I could reach. Still too many people, but no one obnoxious.