To do

• TEEEAAAA


• Respond to boss' e-mail


• Watch Torchwood (at least To The Last Man
, Meat and Adam)

• Come up with plot for auction fic


[Last two will happen tomorrow, as I got attacked by the OMGWTFBBQ back pain. Hrrrrgh]

Flip off the mirror as protest

Since I've figured out that talk therapy does fuck all for my problems (4 years in high school, plus sessions in middle school and I'm still...this--and yes, I have grown as a person thanks to that therapy, but....) and adding hormones (particularly female) into my body is something I'm wary of...I'm seriously considering going to the health center on campus and going through the depression screening and maybe getting on meds.

This, again, brought on by murderous PMS that is making me see the world through a haze of gray and a chat with a friend who said anti depressants helped her similar PMS/PMDD more than birth control.

And yes, the song is apt at moments like this, though definitely not all the time.