8/26/08 Dear Diary

I always hate it when bloggers write things like "There's a thing that I've really been struggling with that I can't talk about, but it's really bothering me and I can't tell you any of the details". I always wonder why they even bother mentioning it if they won't talk about the details.

Well, there's a thing that I've really been struggling with that I can't talk about, but it's really bothering me and I can't tell you any of the details.

Or it may just feel that way because I have major PMS.

Either way. Stressed. Annoyed. Emotional snacking. But no details because, hey, it's the Internet, and you have to be careful what you complain about on the Internet because there's always a chance that the person you're complaining about discovers your "anonymous" blog and then fires your butt. (Clue number 1)

Suffice it to say that I've had one of those moments where I woke up this morning and said, "What the heck am I doing with my life?" (Clue number 2)

And then consoled myself with about 8 chocolate chip cookies. Stupid PMS.

Anyway, all this cryptic posting is really just me trying to figure out if I REALLY need to change direction in my life, or if it's just the hormones talking. Do men ever have this problem? Do they lie awake at night, guessing the true motivation for why they wanted to throw a chair through the conference room window (clue number 3), or be all "up your nose with a rubber hose, Mr. Boss Man!"? (Not that I did either of these things today, but I wanted to...which begs the question, is it time for a change of scenery, or just less estrogen?)

I guess the smart thing to do is to not make any life-altering decisions until this week is over. Because while part of me would have a really good time just lounging around at home with my good friend Hershey, that would quickly result in becoming jobless, which would turn into penniless and homeless pretty quickly. And that would not be good.

Thanks for lending an ear (eye?) while I rant. I feel better. I almost deleted all of this after I finished writing it, but I thought that if anyone was going through something similar, it might help to know that they aren't alone, and it's just the hormones talking. (That and I didn't have anything else to write about, and you would have been all like, "Where'd she go?") So...thanks.

And I promise I'll be back on my game next week. Or as soon as I finish this entire tub of Ben and Jerry's. Whichever.