Yes, I'm staying up late reading my nursing message boards, giving myself ulcers as I read the horror stories of my fellow nurses. My computer monitor is burning a hole through my head, and I could fall asleep right here at the desk if I let myself.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Content please.


blughity blugh blug this is about to turn into a post that probably will only be understood by woman who deal with PMS, have been pregnant, or otherwise have had their hormones fucked up.

Seriously, a week ago, pre period, I was on top of the world. I was ready to take on any and every job, with confidence, and even willingness.
Then, everything turned against me, my house, my husband, my friends, my child. And so I retaliated; although not against my child. He always wins. I cursed the house, cursed the husband, cursed my friends. Then I got my period. Oh, so that's why I was being a bitch. So out with the bitch, in with the depression. It is a tiring cycle to go through once a month.

Eventually I will stop having to cry and I will start feeling good again. I hope my job interviews fall on "good" days.

But if they don't then hopefully I won't kill anyone.

I get mad at people when they joke about killing things.

I'm such a hypocrite.

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