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Life has been fun and hectic, but I'm starting to get a little tired. I'm so happy to have an extra hour of sleep tonight.
Aunt Flo has come to visit, and I feel like I've got a bitchy itch that I can't stratch. I'm not mad at anything or over anything in particular, but I still want to hiss and spit and kick something and then sulk and pout for awhile. I feel I need to go through it just to get it out and over with and go on my merry, shiny way. I need a tip on how to get through a case of the bitches without doing something, well, bitchy, so I can get it out of my system. I've tried making faces and annoying noises at my cat, but she just wants to cuddle. I wish I had a proper boyfriend, so I could have a proper fight, and then proper make-up sex, and get back into the business of feeling fine.
Ah well. I work tomorrow, and then I have two days off. I am looking forward to them, but unfortunately I don't have the luxury of hanging about the house in my PJs. Robin is coming to clean on Monday, and the maintenence team is coming to fix the roof of the shower on Tuesday. So neither day will be peaceful around here, and I'll have to do some cleaning up after myself to boot. And as people are looking after me and getting things fixed and shiny around here, I can't even complain about any of it.
In fact, besides the fact that my job is dull and my boss is a perfectionist I can appease but probably never truly wow, I have nothing to complain about at all. Oh, other than I'm really worried about having enough money to pay for the move. I'm going to have to find a book on how to move properly, since it's something that I'm very bad at, and always will be, with my organizational skills and propensity for getting overwhelmed. So, other than my own lack of money and skill and intelligence, all's right with the world and I don't really have the time to bother beating up myself, so there's no way to get this nasty compulsion to hiss and sulk and bitch out than write a boring journal entry.
Right. So I'm about done with that. Hiss. Bitch! Moan. Piss. Growl. Pout. Scream! Sulk. Grr.
Breathe.
Aunt Flo has come to visit, and I feel like I've got a bitchy itch that I can't stratch. I'm not mad at anything or over anything in particular, but I still want to hiss and spit and kick something and then sulk and pout for awhile. I feel I need to go through it just to get it out and over with and go on my merry, shiny way. I need a tip on how to get through a case of the bitches without doing something, well, bitchy, so I can get it out of my system. I've tried making faces and annoying noises at my cat, but she just wants to cuddle. I wish I had a proper boyfriend, so I could have a proper fight, and then proper make-up sex, and get back into the business of feeling fine.
Ah well. I work tomorrow, and then I have two days off. I am looking forward to them, but unfortunately I don't have the luxury of hanging about the house in my PJs. Robin is coming to clean on Monday, and the maintenence team is coming to fix the roof of the shower on Tuesday. So neither day will be peaceful around here, and I'll have to do some cleaning up after myself to boot. And as people are looking after me and getting things fixed and shiny around here, I can't even complain about any of it.
In fact, besides the fact that my job is dull and my boss is a perfectionist I can appease but probably never truly wow, I have nothing to complain about at all. Oh, other than I'm really worried about having enough money to pay for the move. I'm going to have to find a book on how to move properly, since it's something that I'm very bad at, and always will be, with my organizational skills and propensity for getting overwhelmed. So, other than my own lack of money and skill and intelligence, all's right with the world and I don't really have the time to bother beating up myself, so there's no way to get this nasty compulsion to hiss and sulk and bitch out than write a boring journal entry.
Right. So I'm about done with that. Hiss. Bitch! Moan. Piss. Growl. Pout. Scream! Sulk. Grr.
Breathe.