My day of relaxation was destroyed by rainfall, and pms. I have been angry all morning/day – at what? I don't know. The world is against me, my life sucks, etc, etc. My hat is still soaking wet and dripping water onto my keys. My coffee is too hot to drink and I am upset that the postal woman didn't come to drop off a package while I was at home. I must go to the gym, but I feel guilty about not doing work, though if I don't go, I will feel guilty about that too. I will most likely not get to wear my favourite pants for the rest of the week, because I know I will be too bloated to do so. Ok, gym it is. My options for the evening are, a: go to see my friend's funny band, Canned Hamm; or b: knit to live classical music for free with a bunch of women, who could very well be in the same shape as me. Uh, pass. On both actually. When I am this irritable I try to make it a rule that I cannot leave the house, or more importantly interract with others socially. Chances are I will bring them all down to my miserable level. Though all you boys will never have any idea what this misery actually is like.