My brain has decided it doesn't like me... or April for that matter.
Not someone NAMED April. April as a month.
It's a long, messy story that I still have yet to totally piece together.
Even though it's been 14 years minimum... 25 years or so max.
If anyone tells me to "get over it", they will be at the recieving end of one of my hockey sticks... as in golf swing.