It may be hormonal, but I'm very moody today. I feel bad for the kids. Ten minutes ago, I was in tears because I went through a tough time about 13 years where my folks moved and let me live in a house with only a microwave, and I wasn't working at the time. That meant that I couldn't cook anything because a microwave doesn't boil pasta well, nor is it especially good for raw cooking, and I couldn't afford frozen dinners. Not if I wanted to make it to school.
Not that I made it to school very often that semester.
I feel that I'm at the same point in my great cycle. Which means that I'm probably at about the bottom or coming up. One of the good things about having been through this before is that I know that there is an end in sight, and I know that I can pull out of this. However, today I'm wallowing in moodiness caused by both the weather and my body. And I'm out of bread. Why is it that I can go DAYS without eating bread, but the day after I run out (and before I make it to the store), I want a big sandwich or toast?
Ah, well. Such is life.
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That is the influence of the Dark God of Irony...to make you crave whatever it is you just ran out of. Especially if it's something you didn't buy more of because you didn't think you'd want any. ;-)
- Azure Lupus
Isn't that the truth ...
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