But this is NOT one of those months. The PMT has made me weepy, has severely pruned my already-too-short temper, and has given me MONSTER CRAVINGS for salty foods. And the junkier the better. I tried to soothe the PMT beast with a savory glass of vegetable juice cocktail but The Monster screeched, "Veggie juice?!? You gave me VEGGIE JUICE??? Get me a bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos PRONTO!"

And today I made the mistake of eating a couple of cocoa-dusted-chocolate-covered-almonds (one of those "only during the holidays" candies). That pissed The Monster right off.

"SWEETS?!? You've given me chocolate??? What part of 'this is a SALT-CRAVING PERIOD' did you NOT UNDERSTAND?!? There's a bag of potato chips right there on the table...nonono, no no, you don't get to complain that they're old and stale and grim. You're going to feed me potato chips, now! EAT THE POTATO CHIPS!! EAT THEM NOW!!!"

Thankfully, The Monster is not rejecting the big mug of chamomile tea and it will let me sleep tonight.