Down

I. Hate. A certain time. Each month.

I didn't get an advance week of evil moodswings. No, this one has just snuck up on me so that I could be nice and surprised by its proximity to a camping weekend!

Why couldn't this have happened last weekend when I had a bunk and easy non-costume hampered access to toilets?

To make matters worse, my love is grey with cold, which I hope isn't becoming flu. He came home early and is in bed now. This does not bode well for Maelstrom at the weekend.

I am fed up with everything and nothing. Time to sulk.