PMS Brain

Someone really needs to keep an eye on me while I'm on my period. I was alright for the most part. Usually the worst of it is at the beginning. So, I thought I had sailed through without any major issues. However, my stupid day hit me square in the face yesterday. I was a complete idiot. I had zero attention span. Just trying to find a parking spot was a trial. As I was driving to the lower levels of this parking garage, I was telling a story about my mom to Colleen.

Colleen pops up with "You just passed two parking spots".
Me "Shit. Well, I'll just go down one more level and park next to the stairs there"

I immediately start talking again and pass right by all the prime parking spots.

Colleen "You are passing all the parking spots!"
Me "Dammit! It's like I can't do two things at once!"
Colleen "Just park it"
Me (mostly in my head and about every other word out-loud) "I can pull forward...or back into there...but I have to back up to get in there...I'll just pull in there"
Colleen "Just park in the middle!"
Me "I am not going to do that cause, I'm not going to be one of those jerks"
Colleen "Why not, it's the way to do it"

What I didn't realize was that there were three parking spots in front of me and she was telling to just aim for the middle parking spot and we'd quickly be on our way to sushi. I, on the other hand, was only thinking of the two parking spots that I was trying to choose between and I was not going to be one of those assholes who takes up two spots. Yeah, the obvious was not at all obvious to me! I was just out of it.

Later, Mario and I were headed to the store. Just as we crossed an intersection, out of the corner of my eye I see the huge truck next to me swerve towards us. I screamed "Oh my god!" Then actually looked at where he was and said "oh I guess he really wasn't that close to us" Mario just looked at me and said "Maybe I'll drive home." It was probably a good idea.

Today, however, was where there could have been a real problem. Mario ran over to his mom's house to move some things around and I was left to my own devises. I jumped in the shower...my main brainstorming time...and was thinking yet again that I needed a haircut. No I was obsessing on this. It's just a mess. It's only fit for a ponytail or a messy bun...only lazy hair-dos. My hair is just too out of control to deal with. It's gotten longer than it's been in a long time. I would love to have long hair but it just doesn't work on me and of course a sexy new haircut is not in the budget right now. So PMS brain convinced me that I could just cut my own hair. Sure, no problem. Well, rational brain said "no way in hell are you cutting your own hair. You'll F it all up." PMS brain being the convincing little vixen that she is said "It will be cute and you really need to cut off those split ends! Worst case it ends up back in a pony tail" Well, rational brain gave in a little bit and then realized that the after the last cute cut, the front was way longer than the back. With the cute cut it worked. Now that my hair is longer, it doesn't work so much. So, I jumped out of the shower grabbed some scissors
and started cutting. I was a lot more relaxed about it all than I normally would be and I think because of that, it went well. I was mostly finished, when PMS brain pipped up again and said "You know bangs would be super cute!" But luckily rational brain stepped in and said "you're pushing it bitch".