Pout.

Imagine me kicking my feet, sticking out my lip, and twisting my jammies. My hair is a mess. My books are splayed open like paper-back carcasses. My dishes are dirty and my sheets are laying BESIDE the bed.

Now, listen and you can hear me. "I don't WAAAAAANNNA study. I don't Wannnna clean house. I just. Just. I just wanna sleep."

Damn PMS. Gets me every time.