LLPMS

Around this time of the month, I have a few bad days. I'm emotional and cranky. I see the world through shit-colored glasses. I am unreasonably annoyed by everything. People who are just trying to be nice, store employees who don't do what I want them to do, the way food tastes a little blander than usual.

I also get sad very easily. Yesterday, in my car, I cried as I listened to a segment of NPR's StoryCorps in which a woman described growing up very poor in Appalachia, and how one time she forgot about a school assignment to bring in an object related to farm life, and her mother after a long day's work stayed up all night to fold a barn out of plain notebook paper. The girl found it in the morning and was amazed by it, had no idea her mother was capable of such a thing. The barn even had working doors.