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04 April 2005 @ 02:03 pm
TMI: PMS  
Right on schedule: crushing exhaustion, chocolate cravings, need for drink, and today--probably the day before the dam breaks--sudden bleak depression that even medication can't overcome. It helps a bit knowing it's biochemical, but I still hate the world right now. I hate people for talking loudly on the bus, for wearing unattractive clothes, for having appointments scheduled with me. I hate my hair for growing out stupidly and I hate whatever agent of fate deprived me of a generous trust fund.

Things need killing!

Also, my focus at work today is for shit. I am just a monkey at a desk.
 
 
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"Smokin' hot.": boys mickeymwithout_me on April 4th, 2005 09:10 pm (UTC)
This really is worth metaquotesing. I won't, though, unless you're amused at the idea.
Anna S.: puppyeliade on April 4th, 2005 09:19 pm (UTC)
Go for it! I strive to amuse myself and others, even on red-letter days. *g*
"Smokin' hot.": Lance clap Karewithout_me on April 4th, 2005 09:32 pm (UTC)
Well then. You're performing a public service!
Trepkos: pensivetrepkos on April 4th, 2005 10:03 pm (UTC)
Hey, I guess its nearly hometime for you now.
*tucks your up in bed with a nice hot water bottle*

Yeah, who did steal all our trust funds?
I just found out that my great-grandfather was so posh, he got called "pater" - where did all the dosh go?
di0nne: Credit: can't remember! But commented todi0nne on April 4th, 2005 10:05 pm (UTC)
Hey :-) wandered in here from metaquotes... just wanted to give your entertaining wit a nod.

I did have a trust fund once. Never saw it though, my charming father spent it all on divorcing my mother.

*donates chocolate*
yonmei on April 4th, 2005 10:09 pm (UTC)
and I hate whatever agent of fate deprived me of a generous trust fund.

I hate that agent of fate too, and if you ever find out where it lives, I will go round and throw crumpled-up balls of paper at it in a mocking fashion. Because if you had a generous trust fund, you wouldn't need to do anything all day except write slash!
raqsraqs on April 4th, 2005 10:41 pm (UTC)
i want a sign for my office that says "Monkey at a Desk".
photograce: Bucky Birdphotograce on April 4th, 2005 11:08 pm (UTC)
Things need killing!
YES!

also here via metaquotes. This sounds like my own Mega-Bitch Friday, the Friday directly preceding the, ahem, "squishy" Wednesday.

Things do indeed need killing on Mega-Bitch Friday.

I hate people for talking loudly on the bus, for wearing unattractive clothes, for having appointments scheduled with me.
Yes. Oh yes. And for chewing too loudly. And for things not going the way they're supposed to go. ARGH!
MELODY GLOUCESTER PEGASUSjolielaide on April 4th, 2005 11:29 pm (UTC)
Oh my god, me too. My day was like this: meeting, meeting, meeting, meeting, lunch meeting, meeting, meeting; meeting to ask why none of my work is getting done.

LEAP STAB!!!

Now it's 4:30 and all I have left in me to do is stack and restack the rainbow-colored rubber frogs sitting atop my computer monitor.
Princess Strokenhamfiveandfour on April 5th, 2005 12:16 am (UTC)
I always marvel at the low-down level of crab-assedness I achieve each month after the storm has passed. As I get older I'm starting to wonder if I'll really miss this monthly journey into the heart of darkness all that much once menopause comes.

Meanwhile, have some chocolate - that's what it's here for. Kids may think it was invented for them, but we know the truth.
Pouncer: Crouching Tigerthepouncer on April 5th, 2005 01:00 am (UTC)
Me too. Does it help knowing you're now alone?
Pouncer: Crouching Tigerthepouncer on April 5th, 2005 01:00 am (UTC)
Of course I get it wrong. Grrrr. That "now" should be "not".
Anna S.eliade on April 5th, 2005 01:12 am (UTC)
On the upside you made me giggle out loud. "Does it help knowing you're now alone?" I'm still grinning just typing that. Heeeee! *g*
Pouncer: cats eyesthepouncer on April 5th, 2005 11:31 am (UTC)
Well, you know, I was trying to make your mood *worse*! I'm helpful that way.

Am now gorging on clearance Cadbury mini eggs. I expect blood sugar crash to follow soon.
This Space Intentionally Left Blank: Crichtonbarkley on April 5th, 2005 01:22 am (UTC)
Also, my focus at work today is for shit. I am just a monkey at a desk.

We spanned the continent in monkeyatdeskitis today!
sottovoce10 on April 5th, 2005 01:37 am (UTC)
Never commented before on your LJ, but that description of a ferociously bad mood pulled me out. That's exactly the way one of those feels. Not so subject to them nowadays, but I do have moments where I completely understand old grayhaired folks (and I'm not far off that) waving at people with their walking sticks and whacking at their limbs. I'm so getting a walking stick and using it aggressively in the next few years. Some days I have to practically stifle myself from running a bad tempered commentary to those whose sheer fecklessness sends me over the top.
kittygoslingp on April 5th, 2005 01:56 am (UTC)
Being badly dressed doesn't make you better than me.
I didn't know anyone else could be irritated by people being badly dressed, I thought it was just me and further proof of my shallowness, maybe it's not, maybe they should just get over themselves and their 'too humble is half proud attitude' to cleanliness, not clashing and, above all, papering themselves in bilirubin brown. Maybe I too should check the calendar.
Alizarin_NYCalizarin_nyc on April 5th, 2005 03:08 pm (UTC)
"sudden bleak depression that even medication can't overcome."

That is just so, so very ME. I can't see reason, either, can't just say, "hey, hormones, that's all it is!" And can't bear the monkey-work.

Or the people on the subway that won't MOVE INTO THE CAR. Why won't they move into the car? It's days like that which will eventually lead me to murder some random innocent by beating them brutally over the head with The New Yorker that I wish I had room to read.

-amyb1