more grumbles

I swear, every cycle AF seems to get worse. Between the cramps, the pissy mood and the never ending war zone "down there", I am thisclose to running down the road to the gas station and buying their finest bottle of Boones Farm. And I'm at work.
Oh, and speaking of work, today is my last day. Hopefully (or not?) I will have another job very soon. I'm probably going to be a golf pro shop girl again, like I was about 9 years ago. It will be a cake job, but pays like crap (but the discounts for Jason will be good).

I think I need a Good Friday service to get me focused.