I feel that even though I know it’s coming, even though my app is fairly accurate, I still get fucked up. Something happens and ruins the mood I’ve tried to cultivate in preparation for the hell that’s to come. My mood goes from sour to absolutely, positively foul. I feel I should give up on trying to fix my mood and rather just prepare things to deal with it - have books downloaded to read, comfy clothes are washed and ready to go, meal prep to make lounging around I’m misery easier.

I’m just tired of knowing that each month there’s about 2 weeks of me feeling like shit and there’s not much to do about it. Or at least feels like it.