@set me=Cranky_and_bitchy?:Yes
Apr. 2nd, 2005 04:25 pmCaptain and Gary are out of town judging a field trial, which means I have the house to myself.
This should please me -- and it does -- but it doesn't seem to be improving my mood much. I feel bitchy, grumpy, unloved, antisocial (Yes, both at once. 'Want to see people! Why isn't anyone calling? --Wait, why did you call me? Go away! Don't want to see people! Grr!'), overwhelmed by all I need to do before April 14th, uncertain how I'm going to land one of these Fellowships, and afraid I won't know how to cope if I don't. I miss my cat. I alternately crave veggies, salt, and chocolate.
...ah, hormones. How I love thee. ~.~ Yes, PMS is a reality.
I shall now go be utterly miserable until my mood swings back up again. Which should be approximately fifteen minutes from now, when I realize I LOVE THE WORLD.
This should please me -- and it does -- but it doesn't seem to be improving my mood much. I feel bitchy, grumpy, unloved, antisocial (Yes, both at once. 'Want to see people! Why isn't anyone calling? --Wait, why did you call me? Go away! Don't want to see people! Grr!'), overwhelmed by all I need to do before April 14th, uncertain how I'm going to land one of these Fellowships, and afraid I won't know how to cope if I don't. I miss my cat. I alternately crave veggies, salt, and chocolate.
...ah, hormones. How I love thee. ~.~ Yes, PMS is a reality.
I shall now go be utterly miserable until my mood swings back up again. Which should be approximately fifteen minutes from now, when I realize I LOVE THE WORLD.