GAAAAH!

Hormones really are a biotch!  FUCK YOU HORMONES!

There.  Got that off my chest.  The ups and downs of the past week are borderline psychotic.  Thankfully the pity party despair-fest earlier this week has given way to a freakish calm. I might even go so far as to say emotionally numb.  Either that, or I'm feeling "normal" and have just forgotten what it's like.

Something new I've discovered about myself in the past few months is an inability to embrace full laziness like before.  For example, today I stayed home from work out of sheer exhaustion, and rather than sleep, or actually relax, I cleaned, flipped the mattress, ironed the bed skirt....all kinds of ridiculous busy work.   I mean, who the hell irons a bed skirt?  Ok, so it was crazy wrinkly, and the pleats just weren't crisp, but still!  This whole "productivity" drive is a bunch of crap!

Honestly, I can't think of anything witty, or funny, or even particularly snarky to write about.  It's like this week has lead to a remarkably boring lull of everyday life.  About the only thing remotely interesting is a blessed lull in hot flashes.  I started drinking soy milk since I had read somewhere once that soy has properties that mimic estrogen in the body.  Perhaps this has been a breakthrough?

Some women have fantasies of hot firemen, cops, soldiers, etc.  Mine have been reduced to the dream of a day without hot flashes.  FML.