Just so you know

For the past six months I've been on a generic form of my birth control pill and MY GOD, THE PMS THAT HAPPENS TO ME ON THIS PILL. Today I thought for sure I would get fired for yelling at someone because every time one of them walked in the door I practically screamed "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" if I wasn't about to break into tears instead. Happy fucking Secretary's Day indeed. Also, PayPal issues were making me bang my head against the desk during discussions about registration stuff for JournalCon and IT WAS NOT THAT BIG A DEAL, PEOPLE. You should feel very bad for Weetabix today because she really got hit face on with a big glob of crazy today. I wasn't even aiming for her either!

And then I spent most of bowling night ready to beat the ever loving crap out of this little old lady who insisted on polishing her ball before every throw and getting ALL IN MY WAY, DAMMIT. Of course, if you hit a walking mummy, the mummy collapses so I couldn't hit her without running the risk of a manslaughter charge. Instead, I named her The Ball Polisher, a nickname that I'm sure would make her very popular in whatever senior "active living" community she lives in.

All I know is it's a good thing they are switching me back to the non-generic next month because otherwise, Kevin would be like those guys in that new "got milk?" commercial where the guys are buying all the milk they can because calcium is supposed to help with PMS.

Hm...does that mean I should be eating more ice cream then???