pms

i don't think those 3 little letters are gender specific. i think both sexes seem to suffer from a case of the fuck off out of my space that i have chosen to enlarge at no notice to anyone else who's nerves i am getting on cos frankly i don't give a damn...

the long weekend is over and i have a serious case of the where did it all go, what its over, where was i, why do i feel like i haven't slept in a week... then i remember the week i just had and the drain of the weekend which was apparently a necessary drain so i should feel positive about it and now i find myself falling asleep in front of the computer...

ok seriously, one minute i am drafting what seems to be like a pretty realistic opposition to a summary judgment application and the next thing i am saving myself from the embarrassment of the sound of my head hitting the desk...

i also seem to be struggling to relate to anyone with a smile on their face and have taken to ignoring those with a heart beat around the office, talking only when absolutely necessary and in order to save myself have taken lunch for the first time ever...

the end of this day never came soon enough