I’d like to say that I’m never grumpy and that my current attitude is a reflection of hormonal imbalance. Alas, people are just annoying and I don’t have much patience with them.
I can’t say that my cravings for Starburst are unusual, either, or that my desire to eat them isn’t regularly heightened by hostility towards my co-workers. (I said I had plenty I liked yesterday, and I do, but there’s certainly a surfeit of irksome people around, too.) I ate a few, even though they (Starburst, not co-workers) have no apparent relationship to the earth or nutrients or chi. If anything, the Starburst probably absorbed and destroyed any chi that was available. I think my body is probably a legacy of sugar and sugar substitutes, with a recent sprinkling of herbs and fruit on top.
However, there’s no excuse for the crampy twinges taking place around my lady parts. Heather high-fived me when I told her, although the cramps have become less and less charming for me. Ouch. Still, there’s a lot of romance in imagining that my body is aching as it supports a small new life. That’s exactly what I signed up for, and I’m cool with it. I just wish I was cooler with the candy part.