I'm PMSing. I know I've discussed this before. I believe I have an entire thought written on it, but it makes its presence so completely known and loathed every month in such a way that it becomes impossible to acclaimate and ignore; thus, I am forced to mention it here. I still stand by the fact that if I have to go through it, then others need to know it, otherwise, there is no explanation for these horrendous mood swings.

I've been exhausted and all over the place, so it was so nice to have today - a day where I have nothing to do. Of course, I should have worked out, but since my sails are raised for the crimson tide, I feel too puffy, fat, insecure, and bloated to squeeze my ass into workout clothes. In the true nature of being premenstrual, I sat around and watched TV and ate. Didn't even open my curtains. I was in my little cave, and it was nice, but as it always is when you spend a whole day doing little to nothing in front of a flickering screen, you feel terrible aferwards. Dirty and a little depressed. So, I'm going to watch Friends at 6pm, take a shower, and go the coffee shop and read my book. I need to spend at least a day not worrying about things, not being negative and afraid. If I can work that up to a week, maybe I can start thinking clearly. Being negative doesn't help anything, I just don't know how to be positive just yet. I don't know why it's so hard. I'm working on it. I don't know if it's that I need to think clearly or to stop thinking and give my twirling thoughts a rest. Oh well.

Don't have any funny stories just yet. This Saturday is Trading Spaces tribute to people who hate their rooms. That sounds so awkward. I think I want to watch it. I've never seen one where they just hated it, just the ones where they didn't like it that much. Should be funny.