Today has just yanked the stuffing out of me, pissed all over it and left it to dry on the sidewalk. I didn't want to wake up when the alarm clock went off. I didn't want any of the stuff I premade for my lunch. One of the dogs crapped on the carpet. My hair wouldn't comply with my most insistent attempts to tame it. My son wouldn't wake up so he went to his dad's for the day in the same clothes he went to bed in, unfed. I've been grumpy, tired, paranoid and overreactive all day. I even mistook a minor request for some information from my boss wrapped it around the knobs in my brain so many times I converted it into a suggestion to get my resume ready. Then I cried about it.
As I was on the end of hour two on what ended up being a two and a half hour conference call, ear cartilege begging me for mercy, bladder screaming for relief and voice cracking because I'd failed to fill my water glass before the call started, I put my hand to my face to shove up my glasses and rub my eyes.
Ouch. What was that? Ouch again. Right there, next to my nose, what? You bastard, a zit.
HeLLOOOOOOOOAH PMS! Mystery solved; source identified. You are well advised to steer clear for a few days.