Today is that awful day that comes round once in a full moon.
This weekend was the awful precursor to the awful day.
I found myself weeping incessantly on Saturday, with zits blooming all over the left side of my face. My friend Robin called and I tried talking to her adorable boys about their new window art projects, but I just couldn’t stop crying.
Then Sunday sweet hormonal relief happened.
And today–the horrific physical pain that follows the end of the hormonal rollercoaster.
Usually on this day of days, I curl in a ball and weep softly to myself, while rocking.
The weeping actually helps the pain.
Today I had to work. So today, I plotted out my work methodically. I scrubbed and breathed. I mopped and sighed. I cleaned and sang. I told my co-workers that I would be singing along with my ipod, and I didn’t bother to ask whether they liked it or not. Singing/crying really does help with the pain.
So I sang myself silly.
I was so pleased that I made it through the night without fainting. I came home and watered the flowers and now I’m going to go to bed.
Good night cruel day of days. Until next month!
The Daily Observations of Genesis Eve Garcia 
My face always breaks out too once a month. I hate what the menstruation does to me. I'm crabby and crying and an emotional wreck. For the first time in 2 months, I cried this past week. Over something stupid. I couldn't figure out why, and then it dawned on me, \”duh. it's my time of the month\”. Until next month, my enemy of a friend…
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