I know with abject certainty that I am hijacked by PMDD-and there is nothing I can do but wallow in the misery that descends upon me like a black cloud filled with coal dust.
Everything is wrong.
Nothing is right.
And today, at KFC, the chicken was RUBBERY! And too salty. The mac 'n' cheese tasted plasticky and the only saving grace was the Pepsi(TM) is it Max? I'm not sure. It's a zero calorie beverage and it was terrifically refreshing.
I have more to say on this subject, on how horrible I am, except that the storm has passed.
And my time is upon me.
I remain,
Hilda Stinson
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