it's been, euphmisitically, 'that time of month' for two weeks now. That isn't helping my mood, nor my body. So I am not a happy katster. And I'm still a little sore at Mr. Goody Two Shoes, whom, it seems, can't make an apology in private. Ah well, he's not capable of acknowleging I have mood swings either. If he wasn't so good at roleplay, I'd have written him off years ago.
and that's about it.