eliade is PMSing... and, characteristically, doing it with style.
Right on schedule: crushing exhaustion, chocolate cravings, need for drink, and today--probably the day before the dam breaks--sudden bleak depression that even medication can't overcome. It helps a bit knowing it's biochemical, but I still hate the world right now. I hate people for talking loudly on the bus, for wearing unattractive clothes, for having appointments scheduled with me. I hate my hair for growing out stupidly and I hate whatever agent of fate deprived me of a generous trust fund.