I hate hormones.

It's such an awful excuse---not to mention cliche---but there really *are* Times of the Month where I experience the lovely hormonal downswing. Things aren't great at work right now---too much sinking, not enough swimming, fellow employees (that I could count on) leaving or simply quitting with no notice, weird managers, etc.---but right now I feel like they're Falling Apart. Yes...with capital letters.

Absurd, really. Things are rough, true, but they're hardly Falling Apart. But while I *know* this, I can't believe it. Everything feels useless and futile, so why should I try and adjust? All I want to do is curl in a ball and sleep for an age. Gah.

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