I've been so tired lately. All I want to do is sleep, but when I lay down, I either can't sleep, or it takes me forever to drift off, only to have someone/thing wake me right back up. But I'm tired. It's hard to focus, especially on modifying this code so it looks decent without screwing up the perl programming itself.
It's a dream of mine to learn perl, I just can't find any classes I can reach. Does anyone know of a Perl class online? I'll let my geek show as I say I think it's such a cool language. But that's just me.
Still, this wouldn't explain me being so tired, when I wasn't just last week. I was fine last week. Got rid of some stress as I retired (temp? perm?) from the yaoi fandom (everyone is taking it too seriously. Good grief, it's a fandom, not a circle of wannabe pullitzer prize writers).
Why am I so tired? Why is it so hard to focus?
Then it hits me. Ugh. I must be close. Soon it will be...
That Time of the Month
Ahh, melodrama.
Seriously, I figured I must be getting close. I always get tired around there. Iron loss, I guess, even though I take multi vitamins every day. And it's early. Too too too early. All the drama that's been going on IRL must have helped it along. Yippee.
And I wonder why don't men have something they go through (other than midlife crisis, which many have dubbed the "stupid years" of a man life, worse than puberty). Maybe if they did, they could understand...
...then again, I don't understand, and I'm the one going through it.
I don't like my horomones, (already unstable anyway), taking on a life of their own. I don't like being snappish and upset and ready to just fall out and wish I could press the button to blow up the world. I don't, really.
But it's just not something that can easily be controlled (outside of many drugs).
I don't wish this on my worst enemy, I just wish I could help the opposite gender understand a little better. I think some do, just not enough.
At the same time, I wish I could make the majority of females a bit more logical in their thinking, as well. For one thing, (unlike many I've encountered), I don't think men should be mind readers, nor do I believe that, even after years of being with one, they will be any more sensitive to my emotions than the day we first met. It's not going to happen. (Frankly, I treat a lot of guys like I have to spell everything out to them. It actually helps keep frustration down on both sides, and they seem to appreciate it.) Hence one of the reasons why when I do find I'm either close to or on the tide, I make sure everybody knows.
I can't control my moods, but I sure as hell can warn others about them.
Is there a point to this? Sorta. Mindless observations.
I wish I could make men understand better, and women more logical in their output.
...yeah, guess that's the point.
Comments: 1 sigh
Urgh. I can sympathize, Gen. Seriously. No one in my house wants to be around me when the Evil Punctuation Mark strikes. I tend to snap at everyone, and for the stupidest reasons.
And BTW, I miss talking with you. Even when it is That Time of the Month. **Huggle** I miss you!
( 5:49 p.m. )