I don't want this PMS entry to be the last thing on here. It's negative to the point of ridiculousness. Yeah, I've received information on some oils or herbal PMS remedies. Jesus, it's just manic-depression for a week and a half. You should have seen it today. I was throwing pencils against the wall one second, then hysterically laughing the next when the customer service representative mumbled something that I SWORE sounded like the scatting in Cable Guy after he beats up the date in the bathroom.

Yeah, I'm definitely going to have to take something. I can't be like this every month of my life.

I wrote this whole thing at work while on hold, but I never got a chance to email it to myself, so that'll have to wait until Monday.

Anyway, what did I TELL YOU about how God was going to work this weather deal. I knew it would go RIGHT from freezing rain for two to three months into 99 degrees of 400% humidity. Whatever though, I'm not complaining because I have an airconditioner. No problems. I just LOVE being able to wear jeans and a tank top in the summer. My absolute favorite thing to do.

(I'm not having any steady thoughts right now, I'm going to be all over the place).

I'm watching this commercial right now for some learning program. This girl got her test back and is telling her mom about it. Obviously, she's done well because if she said, "I STILL GOT A D" after using the service, they probably wouldn't get much business. Anyway, do you remember that feeling when a test is being handed back? Man, that was exciting (well, when you were pretty damn sure you did well.) I miss it. Sort of. I also hated it. It's like rollercoasters. They fucking suck until it's over and for some reason, even though you made about twenty deals with the Universe to end the ride as quickly and safely as possible, when you pull into the loading spot where the next group is practically jumping over the rails to get on, you start screaming about how much fun you just had. What?? Yeah, everyone in school wants to get the fuck out. Everyone out will do anything to get back in. Even go to grad school without a CLUE what they're going there for.

Ugh, I'm so tired. Why? Why am I tired? I had the deepest sleep in the world last night. I should by wide awake.

Oh, I had bad tuna today. Scary. I've been food poisoned before, and it was a horrendous memory, as you would expect it to be. Anyway, I ate the tuna, then started feeling...shaky, weak, and I had to talk myself out of throwing up. You know what I mean? That one point where you still of mental control over your physical nature? You're just like, "You're fine, you're fine. Your stomach is settling...everything is okay," and you KNOW that if you say to yourself, "Ew, you ate bad tuna, is my stomach knotting up? I'm definitely going to puke," then you'll lose it - right there, just fucking vomit half digested tuna all over your shitty computer and your stupid cubicle. It passed, thank God.

Off to work. Wish me luck. Later, I want to talk about Howard Stern more.