Urgh

I wish more places served wine for lunch. No, I wish wine was a more socially accepted choice of beverage with lunch. Not to say I was a euro socialite who dined on wine and cheese at lunch, but I know it was an option while I was there. Nobody would think twice about it.

Urgh.

Just urgh. Good god this must be pms, why I feel so negative. It's exhausting feeling this scrooge-like. Then again it's exhausting trying to be all happy too. So I'm caught in limbo...Having an existence can be tiring too.
Silently screaming for release...

All those men out there who blame our female erratic, irrational behavior on pms, you couldn't be more right. Let me tack a gold star to your forhead.