Hiya
So, I feel the need to apologize for my brief-but-obnoxious meltdown on Sunday night, which thankfully I deleted before I think too many people had a chance to see it.
I have, of late (like the past 5-6 months or so) started developing THE WORST OMG CRAZYPANTS PMS the world has ever SEEN. Like, to the point where I wonder if I don't have that like pre-menstrual psychosis or whatever it is? But like, all I can do is cry. Commercials? TV? Songs on the radio? Anything can send me spiraling into a deep depression. And seeing that I'd once again not placed on a then_theres_us challenge just sent me over the edge after a crappy day. I'm over it now, of course, but at the time it felt like THE END OF THE WORLD. So anyway, sorry if you had to see that. I am not, in fact, never going to write anything ever again (though you wouldn't know it from the spectacular lack of inspiration I have at the moment).
Anyroad, this week is so far pretty uneventful, *knock on wood*. I've been printing out and reading fic at work, which is a BRILLIANT way to pass the time I tell you, and listening to commentaries past, which has me missing Ten and David and RTD and My Show so damn much my chest aches. As you've all probably gleaned from my complete lack of speaking about it, I stopped trying to watch S5 around the Dalek one, just because all it was succeeding in doing was making me moody and depressed. I am, however, still DVRing it, so one day if I feel up to it I may give it another go. It'll never be the same, though. *sad sigh*
Yeah. That PMS thing...it lingers.
I have, of late (like the past 5-6 months or so) started developing THE WORST OMG CRAZYPANTS PMS the world has ever SEEN. Like, to the point where I wonder if I don't have that like pre-menstrual psychosis or whatever it is? But like, all I can do is cry. Commercials? TV? Songs on the radio? Anything can send me spiraling into a deep depression. And seeing that I'd once again not placed on a then_theres_us challenge just sent me over the edge after a crappy day. I'm over it now, of course, but at the time it felt like THE END OF THE WORLD. So anyway, sorry if you had to see that. I am not, in fact, never going to write anything ever again (though you wouldn't know it from the spectacular lack of inspiration I have at the moment).
Anyroad, this week is so far pretty uneventful, *knock on wood*. I've been printing out and reading fic at work, which is a BRILLIANT way to pass the time I tell you, and listening to commentaries past, which has me missing Ten and David and RTD and My Show so damn much my chest aches. As you've all probably gleaned from my complete lack of speaking about it, I stopped trying to watch S5 around the Dalek one, just because all it was succeeding in doing was making me moody and depressed. I am, however, still DVRing it, so one day if I feel up to it I may give it another go. It'll never be the same, though. *sad sigh*
Yeah. That PMS thing...it lingers.