MElle

I've been seriously PMS-ing for a week now.  I'm just about driven mad by restlessness and suppressed memories vying for my attention.

After class this morning, even the clear blue sky failed to cheer me up.  Flipping through the radio stations at a red light, every song irritated me.  I finally felt calmer as classical music flooded the cabin.

For the first time in months I craved a cup of coffee.

Roaming the library aisles I hoped for a sign.  My eyes quickly averted titles which suggested romance.  I had no luck at the library.

And after trying so hard all day long, I still ended up sitting in front of the computer with tears rolling down my cheeks.

At least my migraine has subsided.