the PMS fairy

mood: good but tired
listening to: trevor laugh while watching a seinfeld dvd from the library(rock on with our frugal selves!)
last read: jenn's blog about her coffee cup scrappin. SO CUTE. why won't she hold a workshop so we can all have them? i wont be seriously upset until after christmas and i dont have one.

so, every, oh--28 days or so, i go through this reoccurring inner dialogue where i think i may be clinically depressed or, fear of fears, bipolar like my father. it is usually triggered by a disconnect of thought, feelings of despair, increased irritability, moodiness, extreme lethargy and lack of motivation, as well as cravings so strong for sweets and coffee that i cannot contain my seriously-need-not-eat-empty-calories-self.

so... i found out they have a name for this: PMS! i never had pms like this until now. many say it's that second child. wreaks havoc on the old pituitary gland. dang kids. who is it that called babies bad renters? they come in, mess up the place, and then leave it worse than when they got there-- with no security deposit!

i guess i should start tracking me-ol-cycle (reading Teacher Man by Frank McCourt, hence the attempt at a brogue), so as to warn all of the impending cloud. thanks for all the well wishes and muffins me loved ones (there it is again).

good night

here is an irish folk song to send you off:

So fare thee well, my own true love
  When I return united we will be
  It's not the leaving of Liverpool that's grieving me
  But my darling when I think of thee

I'm bound off for California
By the way of stormy Cape Horn
And I'm bound to write you a letter, love
When I am homeward bound