With apologies to Robert Burns (double post)...

But Mousie, thou are no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men,
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!
Robert Burns

Here is the poem in all it's colloquial glory.

Rank curiosity aside, I felt the need to post that because PMS while adjusting to life off of artificially generated hormones just sucks. This is the third time I've had to do it and each time I say "NEVER AGAIN!" but it hasn't gone the way I needed. My emotions have been all out of whack; I made the mistake of watching "Cold Case" and then a Hallmark movie. As the Guess Who sing, "She's come undone/Doh doh doh doh .../It's too late...". So not only do my plans aft agley [go awry] but I cried and ate more German Chocolate Cheesecake than was good for me.

However, this could not be the end! OH NO, not for our fair fey heroine! In my vanity, I bought tooth whitening strips. Following instructions made my teeth ache. It turns out I'm one of the few people with a sensitivity to the whitening paste. I spent last night tossing and half-dosing in pain so I could look pretty. Beauty standards suck. I'm running on about two hours of sleep and I'm surprisingly pleasant.

So. The week has gone thus:

MONDAY: supposed to wake up at 6 AM to go to the school I'm observing for Practicum. Sleep on top of my alarm clock and awake at 3:30 PM. Fortunately, I do not have school on Monday's.

TUESDAY: Spent the night tossing and turning with an aching mouth. Go to school only to find out we have a test in Practicum I forgot to study for. After rushing to the Counseling Center to reschedule my appointment, I rush home to study. I have time for lunch. As I leave, the sun comes out. I make a B on the test. (YAY FOR STEEKS!)

The week to the end SHOULD go thus:

WEDNESDAY: Spend the day at my Practicum site, get schedule, do teacher aide type things. Come home ragged. Attempt homework.

THURSDAY: Go to Literacy, go to counseling appointment, go to Practicum. Get tires rotated. Pack. Make Bruce pay for oil change, new wiper blades, fluid and fuel injector fluid.

FRIDAY:Drive to Mississippi (spelled "Ohio" for Beth's sake) with Bruce and Seamus (his dog). Do some homework in the car with a dog nose in my ear.

SATURDAY: Rush about like a chicken with no head meeting everyone and their mother.

SUNDAY: Drive to Lawrence, minus Seamus. Sleep a lot. Hope next week calms down.

There. Pity me. Leave the vanilla pudding and Zen hugs on my doorstep, where I will trip over them and make a mess.