A troll. That's what I've been over the weekend. Given, I've been out and about, running erraneds, hospital visiting and socializaing with B., but I've been a victim of biology. That's right kids, P-M-S. I was trying to explain it last night, and I think I got it nailed down:
PMS is like being in a pointless rage for days on end, except for those 15-minute intervals when crying is absolutely unavoidable.
I was watching Ocean of Fear on Discovery (20th annual Shark Week, after all) and found myself in tears. Given, it is quite a sad story about the victims of the USS Indianapolis sinking and the subsequent shark attacks and general horribleness that claimed the lives of over 500 sailors. But still, I cried. Watching the Discovery channel.
I also flew into a rage when the shaving gel bottle fell off of the shower organizer.
Thank you, Shejus, for making me a woman. (Bitch.)
In other news:
I got very little reading done this weekend. I have about 15 pages of The Dying Animal left to polish off today. I know that my copy of Stephenie Meyer's Eclipse is in the mail from Amazon (yay!), so that'll probably be my next book.
My social security card is gone. Therefore, I get to brave the wilds of the nearest Social Security card office for a replacement (fucking yay).
Pray for my soul.
I'm going to play SIMS2.
Oh, and yes, those are my fish on the header--pics from our koi/goldfish pond.