Monthly cry day blues...

So much for my funny stories – I did not have fun today – heck I almost cried twice in my cab rides as I made my way throughout the city (picture the opening scenes of Office Space). I had such a nice breakfast with Will. Damn hormones. So what of it that you all now know my monthly cycle. This is my pitty party day – it lasts until Will gets home.

Things should be good. We got things worked out yesterday with the stupid landlord, we move into our apartment on Friday, I started my IKEA shopping list, I had my “lite lunch” with the girls at the she-she M on the Bund (that was for you Phil). I went to the fabric market (again this week) and yet I still sit here and sob. Heck, I even took a nap before 11am. I half hoped The Cat in the Hat would knock on my door to cheer me up on this dull gloomy day. Wilford Brimley is out, Thing 1 and Thing 2 would be much appreciated. And Will said this is NORMAL? When is manic depressive behavior normal? I even had flourless chocolate cake with a dollop of whip cream for lunch.

*Sigh*…not what you want to hear today, but what I’m feeling. Don't worry, I just need a good chick flick and a cheese pizza. So what shall I do, where shall I go? - Shanghai says…”Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn...”