For at least two weeks out of of any given month, I run the risk of spontaneously bursting into tears over just about anything. Commercials, classes, blogs, thinking about starving children, dead pets, the notable lack of chocolate in my possession. You name it. Last I checked, PMS was supposed to be PRE, as in BEFORE, one's special time of the month. I'm so lucky, though, that I get it the week before, the week during and, in a super good month, for a few days after.

This is what PMS does to me: Last night while obsessively checking blogs, as I do, I started crying. For no reason. Just sitting at my computer with a bowl of boiled potatoes in front of me bawling my eyes out. Perhaps the potatoes weren't as good as I had hoped. Perhaps I'm just fucking mad.

So I realized I was crying over nothing and eventually stopped. Then I got up, dropped my fork on my laptop (that's gotta be good for it, eh?), which froze the movie I was watching and I started crying AGAIN just because it was so much work to restart my computer and find the spot I was at.

Then there's that overwhelming sense of worthlessness. The feeling that you're no good. And ugly. And need a hair cut. (I so badly need a hair cut.) And do you know what? I used to feel bad for the male kind for having to deal with us when we're in this state of craziness, but now I just feel bad for us, the female kind, for having to live with it because we have no idea when we're going to have outbursts and what could possibly set us off.

Okay, so I still sort of feel bad for men for having to put up for us, but I feel way worse for us.