22 February 2002 ~ Less traumatized...

I'm feeling better now.

FYI, occasionally PMS fucks me up so much that I'm really barely recognizable. I yelled at a kid in my class the other day, and felt so bad about it that I made him a card. On one hand, PMS is an excuse for me to say (to just about everybody), "Look, I love you, but you really, really piss me off sometimes." But on the other hand, sometimes people don't really hear the "I love you," part, just the "you suck," part. I try to stay away from people, the internet, and all other sources of communication during THAT time of the month...

I'm sorry to anybody I offended, or whose feelings I hurt in the past couple of days. There really isn't anybody who actually deserves my wrath right now, you know?

Something smells like shit in my bedroom, and it ISN'T ME. Just, you know, FYI...

I've been reading some of the archives of Wet Cleanup today -- I've got three years' worth of archives now, after all, and SOMEBODY ought to read them... The funny thing is, I haven't really changed much on any essential level. Everything else changes, and I adapt to it, but when it comes right down to it, I never really change. Hell, reading my own archives today is enough to persuade me that New Year's Resolutions are completely an utterly pointless; I stay the same, everything else changes. Just gotta make sure I avoid the negative changes.

Like Peter, for example. Ugh.

Anyway, I'm exhausted, so I'm going to take a little nap. Just wanted to mention that I'm still alive and not as traumatized as I was the other day...

...And kids? You can email me once in awhile you know... I kind of miss getting email. I haven't gotten a real shoot-the-shit email in probably three weeks or a months... Even just one-liners? Anything?

Napping...
~Helena*