Dancing the Hormonal Tango -- plus, a short film!

Yes, it's that time of month again -- short temper, general irritability, massive cravings for carbs and salt. I just yelled at Mina for meowing in the hallway for no apparent reason. The sound of George eating a chicken pot pie almost drove me to homicide. And a bowl of multigrain taco chips and salsa disappeared down my throat in remarkably short order a few minutes ago.

I think I'll take a couple of aspirin and drink some Diet Pepsi; hopefully the combination of ASA and caffeine will help. In the meantime, to make this post semi-worthwhile, another video from the Simon's Cat animator. I have NO idea how he got into our bedroom and videotaped Emmie's antics, but we've suffered similar abuse on many occasions.

EDITED TO ADD: The taco chips and salsa were just joined in my stomach by three quarters of a cup of no-sugar-added vanilla ice cream. Urg. Me satisfied... for the moment.

Dinner and progress

Soon there will be a sirloin tip roast with baked potatoes and carrots. The smell is heavenly.

I've been so slow and stupid today -- oncoming period, bleah -- that I'm way behind on my page count, and that's hellish. But all I can do is keep putting my head down and pushing, pushing, pushing.

Does anyone have an extra brain lobe they could loan me until my own cerebellum decides it wants to play nice again?