Hurricane Hormone Has Arrived….

….and I have decided to dance in the storm. About an hour ago she hit. Lady P is scheduled to arrive sometime tomorrow, but I’m feeling it now. Started out lazy and lethargic, grew to emotional, then leaped to intensely angry. My body hurts, my head hurts, I want to consume two days worth of calories at the very least, and my body temperature is through the roof even though my AC is on 75. Things just keep getting worse, but I had an Aha! moment. I spilled pasta all over the kitchen floor and all under the burner where of course it immediately burned, smoked, and ruined the air quality. And I refused to sweep and clean it up. Flat out refused. It was liberating. I decided I am in a terrible, hormonal place and fighting it is only making it worse. Feeling bad about wanting to fix things and being angry that I want nothing more than to ignore it sucks. So I am ignoring it right now, in peace. I know good, kind, cheerful, productive Ashley will return sooner or later. So that pasta is on the floor. Along with some (unfortunately unsalted) tortilla chip crumbs. And the towels are in the dryer. And the laundry is on the dining table. And I am not eating any fresh produce with my dinner. And I will not work out this evening. And I will not give a damn if I do nothing but lay around all night watching tv and wasting away on the computer. And I certainly will not wash the sheets or even make the bed for that matter. And I will do my best to refrain from buying a coke but if it happens it happens. I had a 300 calorie raw lunch and celery for a snack and it won’t kill me to eat pasta for dinner. The end.