It's only my period, everything will be fine.

I'm going about my day when my mom decides to bring up something personal: perfect timing when my dad is out. She thinks I blame her for bringing me back to Winnipeg. If my life were going well, there'd have been no need for her to take me away. I miss Vancouver, but I'm healthier now. Actually, I'm always torn over my life there and my life here. I had to reassure her and comfort her that it wasn't about her. After that, I felt depressed, but I fought it off. Rather, I was in denial about it, feeling mildly irritable. It felt soothing to sit in my room without the lights on, but the irritability persisted. Even after making my vegan jumbalaya, I wanted to yell or break something or unleash the red beast within. I felt restless more than irritable. About an hour ago, I remembered my paycheque being electronically deposited into my account and a sense of relief had washed over me. I'm basking in it now.

[Ahem]

I have to be at work in 11 hours and I'm not even tired yet. I don't even feel drowsy.

I'm still thinking of that spider I found in the bucket today. I went into the basement to do a bit of laundry when I saw a bucket with some water and a dead spider inside. When I spilled the bucket water down the drain, the spider seemed bigger. Luckily I don't have arachnophobia, or there'd have been some blood-curdling screams throughout the house.