Hi diddledy-dee, a taxes life for me...

And lo, there was tax paperwork.

And Laurie did go >.<

And the tax paperwork sat there, being all tax-y.

And Laurie did finally say, "To hell with it, I'm making a pot of coffee and whipping this into submission."

And coffee was drunk, and paper shuffled. And it was good. Sort of.

(No wonder people pay accountants incredible sums of money to take those disorganized piles of paper and make them go AWAY... or at least become something that one can easily work with.)

"That time of the month"

PMS?

It blows goats through a straw.

I'm trying to hold body and soul together, but every 21-27 days it gets incredibly hard to do so.

I can't wait for menopause.

EDITED TO ADD: Yesterday I bought myself a type of chocolate witch pop commonly sold around here when October draws near. I figured it would comfort me if the PMS got really bad.

I'm so out of sorts, I don't even want to eat it.