Today was a snow day here in North Texas. Actually, it was a "millions of tiny pellets of ice descending from the sky to bond with the concrete" day, which is what typically happens during a Texas winter.
|Winter in Texas is a real dick.|
That's the theory, anyway. In reality, connecting remotely is a painful, frustrating, inefficient process hamstrung by a network infrastructure that has remained static while demand for connectivity has grown threefold.
|In layman's terms, this.|
Which brings me to the fact that I spent today feeling tired and drained, and I don't think it's entirely because of the limitations of my computin' machine. I didn't feel particularly well today - it's possible that if today hadn't been a snow day, I might have called in sick anyway.
|Sick-sick, not Ferris-sick.|
I'm pretty sure I'm not sick, but I did get my period this morning. And by "this morning," I mean I've been having raging PMS for at least two weeks now - including anxiety, irritability, sleeping problems, and boobs that feel as if they've been replaced by twin water balloons full of pain - and the actual menses finally decided to make an appearance today.
This is my cycle now. I hardly ever get a period any more, but when I do, it's a complete fucking diva. It's like the worst houseguest ever, disrupting my schedule, getting on my nerves, and expecting me to be at its beck and call, all so that it can make its grand entrance when it decides the time is right.
|It's like "Real Housewives of Perimenopause"|
in my ovaries.
I'm supposed to be writing a recap of the show, because I said I would. But the fact is, it was boring. It bored me.
It had its moments.
|This. It had this.|
I'm just so grumpy about the whole thing.
|How I felt by the end of the night.|
Sensing a theme here?
With my go-to topic taken from me, I needed something else to write about. My friend Bill the Butcher recently sent me a new guest post, which tickles me to death, but I simply lack the energy to edit it for publication (not that it will need much editing, but I want to format and illustrate Bill's wonderful writing to do it justice, and I can't do that right now). That's also irritating.
I don't know what's wrong with me. I mean, other than the laundry list of things I've just written about. Maybe that's enough.
Oh, and they've already canceled school for tomorrow because more bad weather is coming. Joy.
I'm thinking this would be a very bad time to watch The Shining.
Tomorrow there will be an amazing post in this space.
Most likely it will be Bill the Butcher's and not mine, but I'll take it.
All of you...get off my lawn.