I have been fighting with Mister Cranky all the time. I believe it is both of our faults. Today he is mad at me because I was annoyed that he had to kick me out of the bathroom this morning AGAIN because he has something wrong with his ummmm... digestive system. I suggested he go see a doctor. Is that so bad? I may have made the suggestion snottily but that was only because I am sick of our lives revolving around his faulty bowels. I refuse to apologize for finding this irritating. I can't even go into the number of times plans have been ruined and I have been late for stuff because Mister Cranky Pants is also, sort of literally, Mister Poop in the Pants.
I am in such a terrible mood. I feel spacey and overly sensitive and angry. I feel overwhelmed; yet I can't seem to get anything done. I hate it. Part of what's bothering me is the above listed stuff with the cranky jerk I live with. We fight a lot and it wears me out. The other thing is hormones. I think I need the special PMS grade Paxil. Every month, around this time, I lose my shit and become a complete mental case. So this month I started a project. I am making a zine called "28 pills". In it, I track my moods and attitudes throughout the whole month in relation to where I'm at with my birth control pill pack. I've noticed that the closer I am to the blue pills, the more irrational I am. I'm keeping track of it so I can prove to myself that I'm not imagining things. I think it will be a funny zine. At least to me.
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