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I am having a properly horrible period right now. I am sore, and to make matters worse I am insanely hormonal. By 'insanely hormonal' I meant that I was crying at a film last night. This isn't rare, for me, but it should be noted that the film I was blubbing at was Capitalism: A Love Story. Blubbing my eyes out at a Michael More documentary. I like to believe that I was doing it out of worker solidarity, and that I have hope for the future, etc, but I think it is mostly because I had drank some wine and because I was hormonal and I am stupid when I'm hormonal.

So, um, yes.

In an ideal world I would currently be sat in the garden with a book, soaking up the sunshine under a thick layer of sunscreen. I do indeed have a thick layer of sunscreen on right now, and for a time I was sat in the garden, feeling quite nice and peaceful and enjoying the tweeting birds, etc, etc. Megan then came out, trailing a friend. She has been in Turkey all week with The Boy Who Is Not Her Boyfriend Well He Is Sort Of. Now, why you would goon holiday with someone you've not been seeing that long is beyond me, and I had a feeling it would all end in tears. It did when she caught him kissing someone else. While they were on holiday. Together.

... yeah.

So now she is back from Turkey and in a foul stompy mood about the whole thing, which is fair enough, but Megan's foul stompy moods would overturn major world economies. (Maybe they already have. It would explain things.) So she stomps outside and starts blaring out music, loudly. Put some headphones in, I beg. No can do. As I cannot stand her musical choice, I have been relegated inside. I am trying to charge up my iPod right now so that I can go back out and block it, at least, although I really just wanted to listen to the noises around me instead.

Bah. Oh well. At least it's the weekend and I don't have to be in work today or tomorrow.