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I'm feeling fragile today. I hate feeling fragile. I'm going through a big self-loathing thing right now, and I have to keep reminding myself that it's likely mostly because of the PMS and that it'll pass.
I never had PMS before I had Elayna. And my period was regular as clockwork. I want to have another baby to reverse my hormones.
Well, for more reasons than that, of course.
The PMS thing is why I'm wondering if today is really the best day to design my Clothesline Project shirt. I mean, I'm already despondent. At the same time, I'm wondering if this is my subconscious attempt to get out of designing the shirt, and today at lunch really is the best time for it, schedule-wise.
I *still* have no idea when I'll get my tax return forms to sign. The idiot accountant has had them for over a month now. Mom's going to call him today; she's more responsible than Dad.
Maybe that's why I grew up to be the Person Who Takes Charge - no one else in my family ever gets off their ass to do things or organize things, so I developed into the "All right, I'll handle it" person. But I can't handle *this* directly, as I can't call long-distance from work. And no, that's not just ethics (I'm sure the department can afford one 5-minute phone call) - it's that we're each assigned a long-distance code, and they'd wonder why I was calling numbers in my old neighborhood.
And I wish I could play music at my desk. Maybe in the new building. Oh, for those who don't know, we're moving to a brand new building this summer, where I'll have a double office, sorta - a public reception area, with a more private office behind it. Which will be nice. And I'll get to decorate. I'm thinking plants and Charles Vess prints.
I never had PMS before I had Elayna. And my period was regular as clockwork. I want to have another baby to reverse my hormones.
Well, for more reasons than that, of course.
The PMS thing is why I'm wondering if today is really the best day to design my Clothesline Project shirt. I mean, I'm already despondent. At the same time, I'm wondering if this is my subconscious attempt to get out of designing the shirt, and today at lunch really is the best time for it, schedule-wise.
I *still* have no idea when I'll get my tax return forms to sign. The idiot accountant has had them for over a month now. Mom's going to call him today; she's more responsible than Dad.
Maybe that's why I grew up to be the Person Who Takes Charge - no one else in my family ever gets off their ass to do things or organize things, so I developed into the "All right, I'll handle it" person. But I can't handle *this* directly, as I can't call long-distance from work. And no, that's not just ethics (I'm sure the department can afford one 5-minute phone call) - it's that we're each assigned a long-distance code, and they'd wonder why I was calling numbers in my old neighborhood.
And I wish I could play music at my desk. Maybe in the new building. Oh, for those who don't know, we're moving to a brand new building this summer, where I'll have a double office, sorta - a public reception area, with a more private office behind it. Which will be nice. And I'll get to decorate. I'm thinking plants and Charles Vess prints.
