Enter PMS: XXTREME HOMICIDE mode

*tappity tappity tappity* away at keyboard around 4pm, working…

rrrrRRRRAAARRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!!

MOTHER F****ER! WHAT THE F***!!! GODDAMMIT!!! GAAAAHHHHHH WHAT THA FUUUUUU** AAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH *growwwwwwwl* rrrrRRRRAAARRRGGGGGHHHH! *get up, scoop cat box, take out trash, take out recyclables, vacuum entire house, sit back down, out of breath… take controlled breaths*
rrrrRRRRAAARRRGGGGGHHHH! …THE F***! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!! I’M GONNA KILL SOMETHING! F***!

*growwwwwwwl*FUUUUUUU**!!!!!

*Deep breath*

*ahem*

And that’s what it’s like inside my body and brain when the PMS officially hits me.

Blood pressure surges. The need to throw something through the window is nearly undeniable. Pulse races. And then the junk food cravings make it all the worse and they all set upon me at once, and of course I don’t keep much of that junk food crap in the house, so the frustration is that much worse as a result. And I can never stock up in time before the cravings, because the cravings are different every month. There’s a couple staples, like Cheetos and nuclear cheese. I’m sure that just makes the symptoms worse.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH

6:45pm Edit: I just applied the exercises I learned in the Qigong class I attended yesterday. This helped immensely. I’m developing a routine right now to do Qigong several times a day. Oh, and now I’m also drinking Trader Joe’s Bedtime Tea to make sure I stay chilled out for the rest of the night.

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