Thursday, January 15, 2004


I spilled a glass of juice on myself after work last night and burst into tears. Apparently there's no crying over spilt milk, but crying over spilt juice is perfectly acceptable.

Then I woke up this morning realizing I was just at that point in the female hormone cycle. sigh. And here I was thinking I had an actual reason to be upset.

Psh. Stupid hormones.

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