Of course, during the previously-discussed hormonal fluctuations, what one gains in terms of hunger (I am no longer trying to Eat All Of The Things), one loses to the Weepies and naked aggression.
Kill All Of The Things.
(Except for Jose Mujica, because he sounds quite cool.)
And then cry about it, while attempting to clean the sheets, and the mattress, because your body is a total vindictive bastard.
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Ah, I’m sorry.
Bleurgh. Said in a hugely empathetic voice, obviously. BLEURGH. Also hugs, in industrial quantities. And tea and hotwaterbottles.
I like you two. I kill you last!