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clothes I hate and want to burn

the dog is sleeping on the mini-couch and the kitty is hiding behind the makeshift-curtain in the window in the kitchen. we have mini-blinds on the window but he likes to ruin them by forcing his way through them, so I opted to leave the mini-blind open about half-way and instead, threw a small fleece blankie up over it. ghetto, I know, but in all reality, curtains – buying and/or making them – is a thought far from my mind right now.

ok, I have a wtf on which to digress, if only for a few moments. must leave for work shortly but I miss my blog and the blogs I read like AndreAnna’s Diary of a Modern Matriarch (see link to the right)…so I have been waking up reading her blogs. she is like a warm, fuzzy feeling, and makes me wake up a bit, both physically and mentally, and makes me want to write. I remember my need to write. Right, back to said WTF topic.

PMS. who gets it? women. all women? no, not really. maybe in some way, we all get it to a certain point. I used to get it badly. I still do. only lately it is worse. it is listlessness and anxiety, and continual panic attacks daily, during this time. as I type, I’m attempting to let it shoot out my fingers and rid myself of it. as irrational as that sounds, my brain does come up with ideas like that.

of course, other things compound the situation, PMS-wise, to make it worse. sometimes I forget to breathe. like right now I was just typing and imagining the fingertips thing, and realized I was holding my lungs in, as if waiting on it to pass.

WTF.

now I am going to get dressed for work; fridays are casual so jeans are way in, and it takes me about two seconds to get dressed. I don’t have to ponder what clothes I don’t like or what clothes will make me look professional or what clothes I hate and want to burn on these PMSy days where I feel like an utter and complete cow.

now the cat is stalking the picture frames on the wall; he’s a naughty little devil. the dog is still asleep. I think I have to pee. I’ll be back, soonish. now it’s off to work.

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