Man, that last post was kind of a drag, huh? You know what, I’ve been in a foul mood lately. I’m pissed off that JB probably can’t come to New Orleans with me. I’m sick of a no-longer-interesting work project that should have been finished months ago but continues to drag on and on and on with no end in sight. I’m irritated with my house for being a Sisyphean pit of clutter and laundry, and I’m practically apoplectic that we have fruit flies again after a weekend of guests who cannot finish a banana, preferring instead to leave the peel and uneaten half rotting in the fruit bowl. My hair sucks and I can’t afford my stupid stylist and her ass prices. I’m already tired of hearing rude jokes about the entire state of Maine.

My coping skills have all but disappeared, and the slightest problem makes me want to throw myself on the floor and scream. (And eat dog hair, maybe.) I’m tired, headachy, and puffy. I would cut a bitch for a bag of chocolate-covered potato chips.

It’s probably a brain tumor, right? There’s really no other logical explanation.


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14 years ago

OK, enough with the hate on Maine. We’re not that bad…

Linda, I’m with ya. I’ve been sooooooo cranky lately with life. Here’s the thing, I also recently got the Mirena. I love it and don’t want to get rid of it, but I am starting to get concerned that that may be the cause to my craziness. Maybe if I were rich, beautiful, had the perfect husband, kids and job then I wouldn’t be so crazy.

14 years ago

This was me two weeks ago. I even had notes for my therapist. COPING SKILLS NOT WORKING. WANT TO MURDER HUSBAND WANT TO *MURDER* HIM PAINFULLY POSSIBLY *WITH* THE DIRTY DISHES. And I cried and wangsted on my blog and then got my fucking period for the first time in almost two years.

You are awesome.