ruminating

...about a lot of things. Everyday is different from the next but we manage to so easily forget that because some days begin things that temporarily throws everything else off kilter. And so I'm bobbing along, quite content with everything, with everyone, and then I begin to ovulate and all of a sudden I feel like one of those old alarm clocks, broken with all the springs sticking out, just barely keeping it together.

Hormones suck. They give everything significance.