The evolution of my mood today:
Fine. Perfectly fine, it's a good day. No, wait, I'm irritated. Forget irritation, I am really angry. That's it, I'M FURIOUS. Wait, back to being irritated. Maybe I'll just have a chocolate chip cookie ... even though I hate chocolate chip cookies.
I think it makes sense for Paul to work late tonight, for his own protection.
Now irritated again because Jakob has a bum wiping emergency. Turns out he hates wiping his bum. Join the club I say, I hate wiping my bum too - but I do it anyway because IT'S MY BUM.
How can he not sense I'm in the throes of PMS and that he is walking a very dangerous line?