Yesterday was one of the WORST bouts of PMS that I have had to deal with yet. I felt so miserable. So depressed. So angry. It was insane. I was pissed at having a death in Prototype (one achievement was for not dying). I was pissed because I couldn't get passed any of the Peggle challenges. I was pissed because I felt like I was hitting a wall gamewise. My goal. My HUGE goal for this year was to learn the console. Last night I started to melt into a huge depression over the idea that I hit my limit. Workwise I was still outdone by my coworker trying to tell one of the doctors I didn't show her something instead of admitting that she forgot to do it. I was down because I haven't heard from my brother or sister about meeting up, down about... EVERYTHING. This morning I woke up feeling a lot better. Not great, but not like the world was ending. The night before Jake said he'd help me with some games and gave me a good pep talk. It's times like this when I am really grateful for him putting things in perspective. Now lets just see if I can get through the rest of the week...

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