You want to know what sucks?
God's little cruel joke on me is that EVERY time I have something to do that's stressful or fun (or anything where there are a bunch of people involved) , I am in the major stages of P.M.S.
And my P.M.S. is the hideous, cry-at-the-drop-of-the-hat, think-everybody's-out-to-get-me, kind of P.M.S.
Birthdays, moving, get-togethers...doesn't matter...they always seem to occur two or three days before I get my period.
Damn lunar cycle or something.
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