PMS...

Hmm...

Woke up at 7.50 a.m. for no apparent reason save a vague recollection of dreaming something and thinking to myself, "Time to wake up". Got up, dozed off, woke up again a half hour later, fed the cat, switched all the lights off downstairs and returned to room to watch television (new anime called Gokusen; a very humorous show). Lazed around room and then got told by mum that we were going shopping.

So, off to 1 Utama, walked around for nothing, bought some curry puffs (they were good!) and then off to Ikano. Got my hair cut (damn, but I'm actually pleased with my new cut), went clothes shopping with a sort of jovial mood for shopping I haven't felt since Midvalley first opened, ate some really HORRIBLE attempt at German sausages (for the love of all that is good and scrumptious, the damn things were raw of the inside), met an old schoolmate (interesting conversationalist) and his family (friendly parents and smiling older brother), went back to shop for shoes (mum bought two pairs and is very pleased with herself), came home and slept in the car. Teased cat for a while (He's so fat and furry! I can't help it!) and took a bath. Wanted to sleep but the thought of wet hair on my lovely, fluffy, wrapped-in-a-pillowcase-that-looks-like-it-came-from-a-little baby boy's-nursery pillow kept me from sweet sleep (it's a hobby/habit that I shall NEVER curb!).

I realised half way through shopping that, not only was I experiencing a sense of eagerness to shop that I haven't felt since primary school, I was going through terribly abrupt mood swings that I have ALSO not felt for a long time. It was... creepy. The realisation sort of just crept up on me and bashed me on the head with a sledgehammer that gave off the unexpected side effct of horror. I actually noticed earlier that I kept switching from happiness to just plain, good old fashioned irritation within the swish of an incredibly happy dog's tail. I came to fully accept the disastrous truth when I was waiting for my mother to try on a pair of pants and wondered over to the maternity section out of boredom. I read a phrase on an overly bright T-shirt, "We are going to watch our children grow, this is only the first step", and was so touched, I started to tear. That's when the horror took over me and dread became a friend. Damn... the phrase wasn't even bloody touching! To think that I had such intense mood swings in a maternity area! And this is only PMS! Can someone imagine what it would have been like if I were a middle-aged woman in the midst of pregnancy and sudden bursts of tears?! *shudders in horror*

I curse the genius (note the dripping sarcasm here) who made women have mood swings and PMS and... that monthly thing that I shall not mention for fear of embarrassing someone out there. It makes us seem petty, sociopathic and somewhat bipolar... It isn't at all fun!

In the famous word of Mojo-Jojo: Curses!!!