I think I have Schizofrania

It seems like every month, after the dreaded 7-day blood feast (sorry for the morbidness but that's my mood today), I am an emotional wreck. I don't get the traditional PMS. I am a little bitchy during and absolutely insane after. I suppose my hormones are still coming into check after cooking a human being inside my womb but DAMN! I hate this! I tend to be a teensy bit critical of myself as it is but it's always at its worst this time of the month. I hate being such a bitch. I hate the feeling of imminent water works. Seriously. Can't I just be a normal girl?

Oh wait, I guess this is the exact result of BEING a normal girl. *Sigh*

I know it's never a good idea to blog about your job. Luckily, I don't give a shit. This dude, we'll call him Shoes, that I work with (he's actually my b-o-s-s but I can't bring myself to call him that due to my complete lack of respect for him) drives me insane. I have referred to him before as the one that speak english no good. Shoes is the epitome of douchbaggery. My current gripe with him: his over-use of the word "actually." 4 out of 5 sentences begin with it, appropriate or not. I seriously have to restrain myself from hopping off my stupid stool, running over and bitch-slapping him.

Okay, so I'm not only over-critical of myself, but apparently others too. Sue me.

Maybe I should check into getting some Prozac.

Temporary solution: I'm buying a 6-pack on my way home for work. Hopefully that'll tide me over until next month.