I'd like to say I was busy. Instead, I was hiding in books. And ignoring the real world. I have been riding an edge the last two weeks, with everything in me gearing towards a meltdown of Chernobyl proportions. I spent all my free time reading, either for school or for pleasure, and hanging out with my dog. I avoided humans, of all shapes and sizes, because I couldn't promise I wouldn't start screaming at them. Suddenly, today, all those urges disappeared. I was calm, I was happy, I smiled, I laughed. My fucking period started. Not that you really needed to know that, but for the love of God, did I have to turn into Aileen Wuornos before the hormone rages stopped? I'm going to start plotting out the timeline for when my coworkers need to throw M&Ms at me like trainers throw fish at seals in the zoo.