A question about my menses

So is ten days before your period still in the window to call it PMS? It is, right? Because that's why, at 11:30 am--a totally respectable time for lunch--I opted for Reese's Peanut Butter Cups and that gummy delight, Dots, in addition to a large decaf flooded with fake creamer. I am eschewing a lunch invitation in favor of staying here and loading up on sugar and fake.

What gives? It must be PMS. I also feel really bitchy, if that helps convince you. It doesn't? No? You want a piece o'this? (And by this, I DON'T mean my candy. STAY AWAY FROM MY CANDY!)

Grrr. Here's hoping this is me for the next ten days.

In brighter news, I have been wearing a brown lipstick lately that has been meeting rave reviews--not all from the mirror, either.

Also, I went to a new yoga place last night and ended up doing not 90 minutes of asanas, but 90 minutes of chanting in Sanskrit. I'm not sure, but I think I am a Hare Krishna follower now. Maybe it's like "Beetlejuice" and the number of times I say the name determines something significant. If so, I either am guaranteed to end up in Nirvana or Hare Krishna will not be heard from for quite some time. If it's the latter, apologies.

Off to eat more and glare at passers-by.

Kisses (or at least not punches),
Starsour