I would love to be able to say that “that time of the month” has no effect on me, that it’s just something that happens as I go about my every day routine and then it’s gone. The thing is, I turn into a rage monster who has an insatiable craving for salty food and I hate everyone and everything and want to drive far, far away from it all.
The comical thing is, I am taken by surprise every. single. month. I have a thundercloud of anger floating around my head and spend a good chunk of time trying to figure out why, as evidenced by the Facebook status I posted the other day.