B6

The bottle of B6 should have been on the counter this morning.....I should have taken one of the pills ......I hate, really despise, PMS hormones and all the other hormonal crap that goes along with being 49....all I think about are sad things and I want to cry....I'm exhausted.....I don't want to be social....my clothes are tight and uncomfortable....I am craving peanut butter and have indulged....now I have to work out longer to compensate for the spoon fulls of Fing peanut butter I ate....I'm over whelmed with Fing paperwork, tax shit, fucking god damn vendors that don't answer emails or phone messages....planning our trip to London is a god damn nightmare because G man can't let me make a fucking decision without his approval...because he's a control freak and must have the best of everything but doesn't want to pay the price...and he wore the ugliest pair of brown pants to work today.....Double G had his buddies over last night again...the kitchen was a mess from their partying ....my sister in law can't come to clean the House for a second week in a row...so that means I have too.....which messes up my plans to clean the cottage this weekend....and the only reason I have to clean the cottage is because G man didn't empty the refrigerator when HE "closed" it for the winter and the food spoiled when the electric went out...God Damn IT!!!!!! And he didn't empty the food in the dog bowls.....and he didn't bring home the food that was open in the cupboards....OH!.. he could close the cottage all by himself at his convenience...not when I could help...Oh no can't do that!!! ....can't let me help.....god damn it....

I really need a B6. And for the next few days to pass QUICKLY so I will be back to normal.