PMS Reverie: I Dream of Karl Rove ...

Once again I find myself on the edge of tears because there's dust on my keyboard. And I just marched right over to the neighbors across the street to commiserate with their dogs who were howling. I know how they feel. They don't get enough attention. Nobody does. This is a sad, sad world. I crave ramen salad. You know the salty noodle salad you make with cabbage and iceberg lettuce, almonds, chicken. It's kind of sweet and sour. And I'll chase it with a big cadbury chocolate bar. Wait, there's potato chips in the house ... I'll eat those, too. And I've been meaning to make those marble cupcakes, with orange and chocolate. Yeah. Don't look at me like that. And what I really want is substantive, prosecutable evidence that Karl Rove outed Valerie Plame. THAT would make me feel better. Maybe. And I have a headache. And I feel kind of waterlogged. And ... why are you looking at me like that, dammit! And I hate my clothes. I need some new clothes. And none of my perfumes smell good. Except Calandre. It smells ok. Kind of. Maybe I should order a bunch of samples. And I can't concentrate. And there's a bump on my chin. Damn bump. I'm not feeling pretty. Do you think I'm feminine? And I'm way behind with my work. Because I spend too much time on the internet. And no one understands the real me. And I STILL don't know who the real me is.

This is your mind.
This is your mind on estrogen.

And this is what PMS is like. For four whole days now. Send prayers and good thoughts for those who live with me. Jim and Bucky have the phone lines open.

Today's fragrance (one must soldier on and clearing and thalia have shown me the way): "Change your scent every spring with Escada's annual limited edition seasonal scent, designed to complement its current spring-summer couture collection. The 2000 edition is Lily Chic, a crisp floral harmony. The opening accord is bright with citrus fruits, while fragrant lilies envelop the heart with a burst of brilliance. Lovely for après-spa, weekend escapes, and flirty summer dresses. " © Uh huh. Uh huh.