Morning spell of PMS...the horror...

I woke up at 8 this morning and logged in my dreams. Not very pleasant dreams, either. Talked on the phone with Clare before I went to be for a few minutes because I wanted to diffuse some of the irritability that I felt, but that didn't work, either. I was tired and irritated.

And I woke up tired and irritated, too! What happened to peaceful rest that helps you recover? Damn. Oh well.

Then I called Patricia to tactfully find out if she bought a palm or not so that Tracey can go pick her up one. I ended up talking to her for quite a while. Then called Tracey, then called Stephen (to remind him to bring the latest Harry Potter book for me tonight,) then called Michelle (to set a time to pick her up,) then Ivy called because she wanted to come here to carpool, too. During all these phone calls, Nicee came into my room and I sat with her for quite a while since she was going through a hard time. Man, what a talkative morning. Ivy and I ended up talking about shelter stuff for quite some time--bad stuff, bad stuff, bad stuff. The more I hear about the shelter, the more I am like, man, that shit is fucked up. I paid some bills online, too.

Now I am tired, but less irritated. I guess I talked it all out even though I didn't talk about it in particular.

Man! I hate PMSing.