My male readers may want to skip this

Whilst I have a love-hate relationship with being a woman (as Joey Comeau once said, "If I had breasts I would stand in front of the mirror all day - wishing I were prettier") there are a few formalities which I almost openly appreciate. Recently waking up in the morning has been followed by a feeling of intense and painful despair. Not an easy one to shake off with a bowl of own-brand rice krispies, especially when it means eyeing the washing-up pile growing in our poorly draining sink. To wake up to despair yesterday morning and, upon getting to the bathroom, find I was mentruating, brought on such an intense feeling of relief. That, perhaps, for once, my feelings were actually totally beyond my control. However much the opposite gender hate it, and I would strive to never use my period as a genuine excuse for anything (although I will complain about the hassle), there is genuine and basic biology going on inside every month which results in moods and feelings so intense I have no idea that they are utterly temporary and temporal. But thank fuck they are. And now that bit is over for another month and I am reminded that it was indeed only a matter of time, I feel so much better already. Plus, the sun is shining :)
I'll try and post something more interesting soon. I think all my reviews are up-to-date but I need to rush one through at present!