Ahhhh...

Amazing what a few days can do.

The hormonal overload is passing. Some months it's just beyond ridiculous, whereas others it's negligible. This, obviously, was the former type of month.

I'd kind of figured that out when Choreboy and I went out to see The Proposal (he's got a thing for Sandra Bullock) and I teared up and got all sniffly when the preview for Fame came on.

Good grief.

And just for the record, I don't hate my job or anything. I don't love what I do, but I really like the people I work with, and considering some of the employment experiences I've been through, that is just a huge freaking positive. There are also some challenges, which is a good thing. No, it's not what I planned to be doing. EVER. But it pays the bills and doesn't have me so stressed out that I can't sleep nights -- both plusses that can't possibly be rated highly enough.

I can go back to school someday, if I want. Not right now... but someday.

It's enough.

Thanks for commenting, everyone, and for listening.