Ah, that familiar feeling.
Unquenchable irritation, chocolate yearnings, and lower back pain.
Why hello there, PMS!
(Is that my pms yelling at my pms?! .... I call inception- watch that dradle spin- or was it a dradle? mmm close enough.) ((My computer is trying to tell me that dradle is not a word. I call antisemitism- hanika hater... omg now it's telling me that hanika is not a word, seriously??)
Every sentence I've written over the last 5 minutes to continue this post was horrifying. There's just no way this can avoid ending in a disgusting, tmi, or whiney way.
So I'll leave on this note:
Damn you PMS, everybody hates you.