That Ole Yasmin is a Bitch

Everything from software issues at work to traffic en route to Marin today has made me emotional. However, I am a little upset by the fact that I lose my stability at the most inopportune times. Case in point, I was playing poker tonight and musing over how convenient it would be for me to lose my shit emotionally and start crying during a particular hand. I call this tactic the Hillary Bluff. However, I could not summon my lachrymal forces until the 11th hour, when I lost hands to the squeaky ditzy girlfriend of someone whom I had just met. Only then did my ducts start to water and I decided that maybe it was time to go home.

Aside from that, I am eternally in a struggle with Hormonal Birth Control in pill form. I feel like a train wreck at particular times of the day, I pee constantly, and I wish I could seize control of my digestive system, which acts like some defunct financial institution and give my bowels a big stimulus package. I am sure that is more info than what you need to know.

On the other hand, my skin is finally starting to clear up after a stalemate of acne removal from impeccable hygiene. I will finally start a course of Clindamycin on Monday after the debacle where my insurer refused to fill the prescription but did not bother to tell my Doctor that she needed to switch the brands until I frantically called ten times.

The only thing that has not made me negatively emotional in the least bit has been my man. He is making me happy..reasonably so. I even upgraded him to relationship status (in my mind and not on facebook). Last night we drank beer, ate tacos, and watched the debates. Then we collapsed tangled in a fit of sexual activity and exhaustion where I told him he needed to touch me more like a woman. I am glad he appreciates this sort of banter and doesn't think I am crazy. in. the. slightest. bit.
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