Elenore gee I think you're swell, and you really do me well, you're my pride and joy et cetraaaaa
Yesterday I was in the middle of writing a really whiney "Wahh my life sucks I'm all PMS'd waaah" entry when I got interrupted. Which I suppose is a good thing because now that it's the next day I'm feeling so much better.
I hate that feeling - and I think only women can really understand - when every emotion you feel is multiplied by ten. And even though you're aware that it's a biological function that is making you feel this way (and you can try and control your actions and hostilities towards others), you can't ever control the way you FEEL. A vaguely sad movie can make you bawl buckets. I watched The Boat That Rocked yesterday on DVD and got teary-eyed TWICE. And it's a COMEDY. When you're in that PMS'd state you can get ridiculously angry over the slightest thing. Something like stubbing your toe in the morning or not having enough change for a vending machine can ruin the rest of your day. And personally my stress levels can go through the roof over NOTHING, which really really sucks. Yesterday I was freaking out about having someone cover my shift on Sunday so I can go to Suze's fashion show, but it worked out fine.
But today I woke up calm and happy.
...the fact that I dreamt I had a date with Jack Davenport may have contributed to it, though.
I hate that feeling - and I think only women can really understand - when every emotion you feel is multiplied by ten. And even though you're aware that it's a biological function that is making you feel this way (and you can try and control your actions and hostilities towards others), you can't ever control the way you FEEL. A vaguely sad movie can make you bawl buckets. I watched The Boat That Rocked yesterday on DVD and got teary-eyed TWICE. And it's a COMEDY. When you're in that PMS'd state you can get ridiculously angry over the slightest thing. Something like stubbing your toe in the morning or not having enough change for a vending machine can ruin the rest of your day. And personally my stress levels can go through the roof over NOTHING, which really really sucks. Yesterday I was freaking out about having someone cover my shift on Sunday so I can go to Suze's fashion show, but it worked out fine.
But today I woke up calm and happy.
...the fact that I dreamt I had a date with Jack Davenport may have contributed to it, though.