Overcast, with a chance of flow

It must be PMS.

My efforts to lose weight remain unchanged, yet my body has done a 180, and my "comfortable" jeans (that would be one size down from the fat pair) are suddenly snug. My skin is super-duper thin lately, and the tiniest thing sends me into a sad, paranoid funk. One of my favorite students moved, and I almost cried. A friend of mine corrected me on the spelling of her name (which I totally knew, it was just a typing brainfart) and it stung like I'd been slapped, which is ridiculous. My computer at work got some heinous virus, and although the tech guy was cool about it, I wanted to crawl under the desk. I definitely don't feel normal.

The only reason this PMS is significant is that this will be my first period since the miscarriage. Someone told me theirs made them bug out all over again, and while the actual miscarriage isn't in the forefront of my mind anymore, who knows how I'll feel in a few days?

I'm having friends (and my parents, who certainly also fall under the category of friends) over for a fancy grown-up dinner tomorrow, which should cheer me up. I will basically undo two weeks of saintly eating with wine and chocolate fondue. And I'm trying to focus really hard on things that are good, like all the things I love about Sascha right now, particularly her mispronunciations and the way she sticks her hands down my shirt (what?).

I have some crappy soup on the stove that I must attend to. Christ, I am boring right now.