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So, yesterday's entry upset a lot of people. Of course it did; I didn't
finish it. What you read yesterday was a bunch of ill-thought-out ranting
made worse by the fact that I had to wait an average of 20-30 seconds (or
longer) to see what I was typing. I finally got frustrated and gave up.
My lag time was so bad I didn't even bother to go back and delete what I'd
written, which is what I should've done. I'm going to try and rewrite my entry from yesterday at lunch today. There are two separate issues in that entry, and I may only get to one of them. The two issues are:
2PM: Ok, I lied. I'm in no mood to write anything well-thought-out and coherent today. At the risk of having some of you blame my politics on my hormones, I'll admit that this mood comes from it bein' period week. Not that the Red Queen has shown her face yet...I think that may be the problem. I feel like a bundle of hormones - i's usually not this bad. Today I have raged for no reason, cried for no reason and can not focus on anything. At lunch I got all weepy over seeing a man in a suit in Berkeley (men in suits often make me feel stressed out and sad about their lives, having to wear suits to work and all, especially in Berkeley where suits are like the anit-wear). I walked to the park to take in some nature, and on the way there I felt like turning around and getting my tennis shoes out of my car so I could jog. That's right - I had so much unexplained rage inside of me I felt like RUNNING. I don't run. No, I'm not pregnant. I hate this. I hate not feeling like I have any control. I hate hating. I hate waiting to bleed. I'd rather have cramps, thank you very much. You heard me. Anything, just give me some focus back!!! I'm going to go find something sensible now, like chocolate. | ||
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