PMS has two distinct forms for me. One is the stereotypical Harpy From Hell, eyes blazing and temper flaring. I start arguments for no reason, jump on any mistake Dirk happens to make, and am unforgiving in the extreme. I’ve lost a lot of friends during this form of PMS.
The other form is almost unrecognizable as PMS, except for the timing. I’m very affectionate. I become completely incapable of seeing anything negative in Dirk. Or in the world at large. I’m happy, I’m carefree, I’m cute.
I wish I could have that kind of PMS all the time....it’s much more pleasant for everyone involved, and it seems to serve as a kind of apology for the nasty gross bloating/pain that follows. At least I’m not pregnant.
I felt bad for my hamster last night. She was attempting to chew a hole through the plastic in her cage to escape, and the noise was driving me out of my mind. I thought about smacking the side of the cage to make her stop, but then I actually thought about her situation: she has a very dull life. She doesn’t even have one of those neat little wheels because I got sick of cleaning off the caked piss (trust me, she can completely coat the sucker in two days flat). So I decided to take her outside on my front lawn to explore a bit.
I mean, what the hell? My neighbors think of us as “those strange cat-people” anyway. Why not add a hamster sighting to the local folklore?
I kept a watchful eye out for cats, because two of my cats go outdoors and are accomplished hunters. The hamster, meanwhile, was happily waddling around and eating whatever it came across – leaves, dandelions, clover, bits of grass. She was slowly making her way toward the azalia bushes when I took a closer look at them. Mr. Fuzzy, our huge neutered tom, was lying under them, watching the hamster with interest. I picked up the hamster and brought her inside.
Those azalea bushes scare me, actually. They’re much larger than azalea bushes should be, and I think part of the reason is the sheer amount of time Mr. Fuzzy spends there. He brings his kills under there to eat, I think. He once caught a large rabbit, and he dragged it under those azalea bushes....I think that if we removed the bushes, we’d find a large pile of old bones.
Anyway, I went out with Dirk afterwards, but not for long. He had to start work at nine. I went home and watched South Park before getting online. I was too crampy and bloated to enjoy myself much, anyway.
C– came online, which was a surprise. I think he was on something, because his spelling was more erratic than usual. We talked about the band a lot, which hadn’t been my intention. I didn’t want to focus on what was going on in my life, but I couldn’t get past the politeness barrier to get him to do anything other than ask me more questions about the band. I tried to explain the dilemma to someone else, but I didn’t get the impression he understood.
So I gave up, went to bed.
I woke up this morning wishing I could stay home.
I’m taking the 23rd off, because NATO is going to be here in D.C. My building didn’t automatically get the day off, because we’re outside the area where all the people are supposed to be. So I put in for leave before Alex could, because I just knew he’d want to. If the building gets bombed, I don’t want to be anywhere near it.
I have to go finish the “Currents” article now. If I owe you an e-mail, I’m working on it, okay?