Suddenly, at about 5:00 today, my mood fell through the floor. The IT guys accidentally deleted my Lotus Notes archives, and I was inconsolable. John Mayer is being less than chivalrous to Jennifer Aniston and I welled up. My best friend is going away for the weekend with his family and will be incommunicado between now and Monday night, and I'm desolate.I'm a hormone hostage. Perimenopause, menopause … whatever. It's a stupid waste of time, energy and emotion.
I've popped a Xanax and am telling myself that this isn't real, that it will pass. But I hate it. I really hate it.
