Hormonal storm... passing for the noo.

Okay, so sorry about being so batshit yesterday.  I think I am really, really having problems coping with the hormones rocketing through my body with the Mirena.  It built to a terrible peak at three am last night (so sorry for bawling my eyes out at you in chat, Bree, though I know you said it was no problem I prefer to make sure I don't bring friends down) where I started bawling my eyes out.  And suddenly I felt *much* much better.  It was ridiculous how much better I felt.  What. the. FUCK?

Been reading some interesting things this morning:

Welcome to 2008, the year a tough, wonky woman won a primary (lots of them, actually), an inspiring black man secured his party's nomination for the presidency, and a television talking head felt free to opine that a woman is qualified for executive office because he wants to bed her and have her watch his kids! Stop the election; I want to get off.  -- Rebecca Traister, Salon.com.  (You might like that article, Sandy, though it ends on a depressing note)

McCain sure has a way with those whiny women! Few places have as many loltastic comments as this post.  Funny sonsabitches one and all!

A wonderful rant but the clever dude that did the Sarah Palin Debate flow chart.   I want to give him a medal.  And cookies.  And pay for his hooker headjobs.

Bloody typical!

It's always the same.  The dream ends before I get to the lesbian sex.