Ever notice how when you PMS the entire world conspires to piss you off? I realize that my perception of reality during that week is a little skewed by my messed up hormones but I don't think all this subtle (and occasionally overt) antagonism is in my head. I think that everyone and everything waits until I'm in that third week of my cycle to screw with me.
Okay, maybe I don't really think that, but it does feel that way. I swear, if it wasn't for my friend Godiva I don't know how I'd make it through.
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