Working six days a week takes its mental toll. Doing things you barely care about does that too. Sudden lack of money is unnerving. Loneliness just about drives you insane. So when you sum up all the above situations with an impending rag is bound to make a pretty easygoing girl like me into a stereotypical "psychobitch from hell". PMS is funny, not haha funny, you know... Funny how in 20 years plus I still haven't got the hang of it all, the mood swings and dark coloring thought processes take. Right now, I am coming up for air. The fact that L is coming to visit also makes things a little better. I desperately need to talk in real time about fun things. Maybe do some touristy things around the island.