I've been atrociously pmsy the past week. Just thought I'd let everyone know that. My sincerest apologies to all who've had to bear the brunt of it. You know who you are :)

So let's talk about pms today. Yes, at one in the morning. Hmm. What exactly does pms do to you? Well, I don't know what it does to you but I sure do know what it does to me. I feel like I have 45 different personalities in one day. Make that in one minute. I can be perfectly pleasant to you one moment and bark at you the next. Which makes being around me difficult. Which means the people who stick around are either emotionally challenged or love me very much *at this point, you should resist the temptation to say anything that you would regret in the face of my fist*. Something tells me I'm still pmsing. I don't know what... it's just a hunch.

Should I survive the latest pms attack, I face incredible joy and delirious happiness. So I emerge from the hellride of an emotional rollercoaster to turn back and look at the chaos I've left behind. And I sigh. I saw it coming. I did. And suddenly I've got Jingle Bells playing in my head. Don't ask me where that came from.

Pms really messes with my head. Here's a tip - don't take most of what I say seriously if you know I'm pmsing. Um, with the exception of what I've said so far. I feel like going to Japan. My nose hurts. I think I'm going to bed. It's been nice talking to you.