I've sat here at home all day, doing mostly nothing. Nothing. And more nothing. Oh, I've watched TV, fed the kids, fed myself. I actually did a few minutes of work (yes work!) on my vacation. I need to vacuum the floors, do laundry, do the dishes. I need to shower.

I hate vacation. I finally get a chance to relax and do next to nothing and feel guilty about it. Wonderful.

I'm making my famous pork chops tomorrow. Yum!

Guess I'll drag my happy ass off the couch and actually do something. Whee.


I hate PMS. I suffer from PMS... or, rather, I suffer from women with PMS. I know you ladies that have bad PMS that makes you feel like shit and feel like killing anybody that happens to breathe the air in the same room with you, or it makes you feel like weeping and wailing in emotional sorrow if anyone doesn't respond to you in the exact way you want them too.... you don't want it anymore than your victims friends and family.

So anyway, don't go off on me about this. I know it's just part of life, and I deal with it the way I deal with most things. Non-stick. Fry an egg on my face, smother me in fish, scour me with a Brill-O pad, and I'm good as new.

What really sucks, though, is when PMS strikes during sex. There's nothing like getting close to that climax point, and something happens to pull back from the brink, and wham-o! Cry a river. Well, I try to understand. Actually, that's what makes me a great mate - I really to look at things from her point of view. That's not to say I've been in her shoes, but I can empathic and sympathize.

So, it's ok. We all are how we are.