I had an epiphany about why I've been cranky, and snappish, and greasy, and eating badly, and acting like melodramatic diva bitch, during my pizza dinner it hit me in the gut, or rather much lower in the abdomen like in the uterus. Oh yes. That goes along with being insanely busy. You forget what time of the month it is.
Not that I'm one for passing the blame onto being one of the "weaker" female persuasion that begs out at this sort of thing and rails about how it is such a hindrance. Nope. I'm totally one for owning up to my actions. But at least it can help me explain what caused my inattentiveness and where the sudden urge to hurl myself to the ground and start wailing came from.
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