Shit I Hate Sunday

Shit I hate . . . . . . the time difference between me and him.  Makes it really hard to carry on a conversation.
Shit I hate . . . . . not being able to just call or text him whenever I feel the need to annoy somebody.  
Shit I hate . . . . . . not knowing how long I'm going to have to wait to see him. Sucks balls, cause he doesn't even know at this point. 
Shit I hate . . . . that I sound like a fucking teenager right now.  Somebody come slap me.
Shit I hate . . . . . being called feisty. Feisty? Fuck off
Shit I hate . . . . hangovers. Seriously. I almost couldn't drink coffee this morning. 
Shit I hate . . . . . drunk texting. Somebody save me from myself.