Not to be blunt or anything...

I hate being a girl when I'm PMSing more than I hate being a girl when I actually have my period. I was just thinking that I've noticed that a lot of my LiveJournal friends only seem to post entries when they have something negative to blog about. I'm not saying all of my LJ friends do this; they do not. In fact, there are several peoples' journals that I read for the sheer joy of devouring the nuggets of happiness that they post on a regular basis. Anyway, I was thinking about these people, whom I think I will refer to as "misery bloggers," and I realized that I am PMSing. I realized this because, suddenly, I had a desire to blog about the negative things going on in my life.

And then I realized that there are no negative things going on in my life. Aside from being slightly hungover and still a little sick, I've had a great couple days. My boyfriend came home from his business trip early just to be with me. I made a little extra money on Thursday by helping out one of my roommates. I got to sit around with my roommates and a few beers and watch the Veep debate. I am intelligent enough to be able to sit around with my roommates and actually enjoy a political debate. Yesterday, I got some minor errands done earlier in the day, chilled with my roommates for a bit, and then went to Oktoberfest with Boyfriend. We drank a little, walked around a lot, and eventually went to Murphy's for dinner and more beverages of the alcoholic kind. We met a friend of his and had rather pleasant, intoxicated, intelligent conversation. Boyfriend and I went back to his place, thoroughly enjoyed the rest of our waking hour, and went to sleep. Lather, rinse, repeat that last part this morning, and, frankly, there is no reason for me to be sad in any way.

If I really had to work on it, I'm sure I could come up with a million tiny things to really be miserable about, but I'm going to fight my hormones and just not. It really is so funny to me that I can be so cognizant of the fact that the cause of my general insecurities and desire to cry for no real reason stems from my period being right around the corner. What is not funny to me is that in so many ways, it's really hard to fight those feelings.

In other, completely unrelated news: I've logged several more listens to the majority of The Glass Passenger. It's still amazing.