argh

I want to throw a temper tantrum. I appear to be too grown-up to have the abandon to really pull out all the stops and scream and shout and stamp my feet, but being told I was a grown woman had an adverse effect tonight because I really didn't want to be.

I still want to throw a temper tantrum, I've just actually managed to identify that's what I want to do, not any of the things the tantrum was allegedly about. I've been under a ridiculous amount of stress and I wish I were five and could have the release valve of just screaming my head off.

*p

Spot yesterday, (eta: one-day only) flood today, what shall I wear to work.

And I'm not imagining it, I'm bouncing along on like, a three-week cycle, with ramp up and trail off making for about two weeks of bleed. DEAR BODY: I WOULD LIKE MORE THAN A WEEK OFF KAY THANKS.