tell me about it

I’m tired and PMSing like crazy - it never fails to surprise me (and not in a good way) how fast four weeks pass and that time of the month rolls by again. It’s positively nauseating. What I hate most is that it sneaks up on me like a soft-soled thief; I never realize it’s here until it’s too late and I’ve gotten weepy and unnecessarily emotional or thrown a needless tantrum over something irrelevant, inevitably wounding someone in the process.

I suppose it’s those closest to me who get caught in the crossfire, as it’s you guys I’d take it out on without really meaning to. I apologize, because PMS makes me itch for a fight and turns my emotions into a stomach-churning rollercoaster. One minute I’m sweet and fluffy and happy, the next I’m sobbing or throwing things at people. Hormones. What can you do about them.

Today was classic, although I do pride myself that I managed to rein myself in somewhat.

I was walking down Orchard Road in a last-minute attempt to buy Johanna birthday and Christmas gifts, and I was mentally cussing myself out for being a perfect moron and going to Orchard on no less than the Saturday evening before Christmas. Ugh, the stench of humanity.  Despite the festive holiday season of love and cheer I was thinking decidedly uncharitable thoughts while trying my best to push through the uncooperative crowd. Uncharitable thoughts, like if I had a shotgun you would have no head, and all I want for Christmas is for you to get out of my way.

I guess it was a good thing N* wasn’t with me after all.

Saw an absolutely gorgeous kimono-style silk dress in Warehouse that I just had to try on. My new policy is that if I really really like something, I’m going to try it on first before I look at the price, especially if I know it’s going to be a wallet-busting number. I’ll upload the sneaky phone cam photo I took of the dress when I get back to hall. Suffice it to say I put it on, cooed appreciatively at myself in the mirror, steeled myself to check out the price (telling myself if it cost less than a $100 I’d buy it) and then nearly passed out when I saw it cost $204.

Played Narcissus for a few more minutes before reluctantly slipping out of it and returning it to the salesgirl. Sniff.

Back home at last; Dad very sardonically messaged to ask if he needed to file a missing-persons report on me. So here I am back for the Christmas weekend. I love Christmas :)

Egg nog and presents!