It seems to be a trending topic this week in the blogosphere but…I think I have PMS.

All of the symptoms are there: the overly tired, the overly spacey, the easily annoyed at nothing, the wanting to curl up and not move for a few days.  All of the symptoms I used to have are back.

I understand that, technically, this is a good thing.  It means my body is healing and is getting behaving pretty much as it should.  It means that, if all systems are a go, then next week will be the week of ewwww and bleecchhhh and, well–because I have no sense of what is and is not appropriate fashion–spandex worn under my jeans because my Aunt Flo? She tends to…run at the mouth more than the average… well let’s just let that disturbing visual go, shall we?

I am glad that things seem to be getting back to “normal” physically.

But you know what?  I did not miss the PMS.  I do not miss the my ability to concentrate taking unwarranted and abrupt leaves of absence.  I do not miss the ennui.

But here it is.  And I have NO doritos in the house.

Thank god tonight is Estrogen Fest television night.