I am sure it’s some combination the recent weather, PMS and my own inability to deal with intense personal emotions. But man, today is the kind of day when I could sell everything I own and hitchhike to some place far enough south that it is actually warm.

Given ways and means, I think I would totally be one of those people who had two residences. In places that were somewhat mild in both seasonal extremes. Although actually the southern summer heat doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. I’ll certainly take it over this any day.

I wonder if I had a lovely old flat in the Barri Gòtic or Barceloneta how long would it take before even winter there lost it’s appeal to me? Should I just plan on wintering in New Zealand?

So, yes, I feel more crazy than usual today. I’m 99% sure it’s hormonal, but knowing that doesn’t make how I feel any less real. Like sure I can tell myself that this is my one batshit insane day a month, but still I am sitting here feeling like there is a conspiracy against me because no one has yet answered the emails I sent last night. Yep, crazy.

Ladybug tells me I should go to the nice cafe next door, get hot cocoa and spend an hour or so indulging in reading. She’s probably right. I also need a comfort blanky of a movie to watch. Hmmm, I’ve already watched Threesome, A Walk on the Moon and Love, Actually recently. I guess that just leaves Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and, uh, SWAT as my comfort movies. Maybe I’ll go put on pants, do my errands as fast as possible, and come home and wallow in escapist literature.