Oh, the hormonity.

I am feeling horribly, horrifically, harmfully, hormonal.
All that alliteration is just a side effect.
But still. I always thought PMS was more or less a crock, a useful card to play from time to time when my innate bitchiness got out of hand. I am woman enough to admit it- I was wrong. Because I've been on mood swing after mood swing for the past few days, from maniacally happy, to melancholy, to stabby with rage, and then back to maniacally happy again. So, if you had to deal with a crabby, weepy, whiney, hyper, bouncy or otherwise annoying Protagitron for the past few days- I beg your pardon.
Normal blogging will resume when banal events do not cause an outbreak of hysterics.