Hormones are a BITCH, baby!

*sigh* So I am a moody wench at the best of times, and actually went on birth control not so much for the obvious reasons, as to help regulate my hormone level, as people tend to prefer me to be NOT psychotic. Unfortunately, due to continuing fall out from the insurance clusterfuck through the uni, I've ended up off my birth control for the last month or so. Which means that my hormones are rollercoastering. This feels roughly like being overcaffeinated, sloppy drunk and paranoid, all at the same time. Add in the kitty adventures, and we're not talking about a fun time being had by me at all. Some days are worse than others. This one appears to be heading in the distinctly "worse" direction.

Fangirl that I am, for some reason this particular mental stage seems to be characterized by an obsessive need to watch my favorites in hurt/comfort scenes, which intensifies the emotional discomfort, but in an oddly pleasant way, sort of like poking your tongue into the hole where your tooth used to be. Really not pleasant, but bizarrely compelling. And the lesson we should all take away from this is? Hormones are a BITCH!!!!