i’ve had the kind of week that makes me feel like my spirit was being flayed alive. every little thing, personal and professional, was a struggle. i messed up at the day job, i turned in a weak podcast, i hurt a friend’s feelings, i couldn’t get anything write [[update: i noticed this homonym on a second read but decided to leave it here to illustrate the point]], the words wouldn’t line up, the points wouldn’t organize, i couldn’t sleep in the night or stay awake in the days, and i cried at least twice every 24 hours for no real reason other than “everything.”

it was very much like a strong PMS week except I shouldn’t start PMSing until this tuesday. i coudln’t figure out why until earlier today when i remembered that i get double PMS when i skip a period. i suppressed my cycle for the vacation — that’s where you don’t take a break between pill packs, you just start the new month right away, so you don’t have a period — and that’s really convenient for the week but it does bring on an earlier and heavier PMS emotional ride.

naturally, i’ll be at the height (or the depth!) of it on thursday, the day i’m scheduled to keynote at the sex in video games conference.

but instead of doing work i really needed to have done, i spent the day relaxing with the boyfriend. we had breakfast at the dish, we caught the 11am showing of x-men 3, he napped while i outlined a column inspired by the movie, W came over and we washed our dogs in the yard, the boyfriend and i went to fosselman’s for hot fudge sundaes, and we almost saw the da vinci code but decided to have mexican food and come home instead. he has a headcold so no nookie, but i suddenly remembered, right in the middle of some, er, forays into almost nookieland, that last week in cancun, i named my breasts.

spontaneously, accidentally, and i’ve no idea where the names came from, they just popped out after he said “careful, leftie is about to pop out” (we were in heavy surf and my new suit is not very secure, dratted thing). and i said “leftie? that’s not pretty, that’s not feminine, it sounds like a wannabe gangster, why can’t they be named L___ and I____?” and from that moment on, they were. haven’t assigned a name to a particular one, but it was just really silly, and it’s cheered me up all evening to know that no matter what hell i go through this coming week to right some mistakes i made before i left, the girls have been christened.