Negativity overload

I'm thinking I might have to quit this blog. For my two friends out there who read this, I know you're stunned, mortified and quite possibly in shock, but right now all I can think of to say are bad things. I hate England. I hate not having Taco Bell. I hate the sun's setting at 345pm. I hate not having a car. I hate not having the energy to play with my child. I hate getting fatter and wearing maternity clothes at 12 weeks. I resent everyone who has ever been in this situation and had it easier, and I don't care about anyone who's had it harder. I'm so thirsty but drinking anything makes me feel queasy. I'm starving and yet everything I put down my throat gives me terrible heartburn. I don't even want to go to my sweet next-door neighbo(u)r's for Christmas because the food there is going to be so horrible (Christmas pudding, mince pies, gammon (what IS that?), trifle, mulled wine ... and all in the company of the completely ridiculous Christmas crackers) that I'm afraid my pregnant ass might hurl onto the dinner table. What manners those Americans have!

See what I mean?