I don't have much I feel like talking about, but I'm feeling much better now. It was nothing. It was a really bad day on top of a really bad week. A week when I am particularly sensitive. PMS time. I feel the need to defend my emotions when I experience them during PMS. I've discussed this at length in one of my Completed Thoughts - PMS - When Women are Women and Men are Boys. Please check it out if you haven't read it. I'll reiterate myself quickly though - the emotions I was experiencing were real. I'm was fucking upset, but it wasn't anything tragic. My mom was all concerned. Hi, Mom. It was me throwing a temper tantrum in a very public place. Totally deserved. It was just a terribly annoying day. Anyway, everything is fine now...

Except that Six Feet Under is depressing the shit out of me. Still, I watch the clock and hope that it's wrong because I'm so sad when it's over.

Sorry to be boring today. I'll write soon.