Can't escape those bloody hormones

Oh, how I hate them. I hate it when they make me feel sluggish and leaden, I hate how they make me feel weepy and irritated.
Fortunately the rational part of my brain hasn't gone on strike completely, so I'm still able to tell myself, "Come on, you know it's just chemistry fucking with your mind and body, pull yourself together, grind your teeth and get through it!" It's a bit tough, though, right now. This morning when I went to work, there was some kitschy, cheesy, sentimental song on the radio, and all I could do was grip tight to my self-control, so as not to burst into tears. Pathetic, really. And that's *with* the miraculous monk's pepper. I don't even want to think about how I'd be feeling without it.
Looking on the bright side, today is Friday, the weekend will have three days instead of just two, the diplomatic mail has already left Sofia and will be arriving today, which means that there shall be "Breaking Bad", new earphones for my iPod, and assorted gluten-free delicacies.
Also, the Embassy cats were waiting for me this morning, to purr at and head-butt me, and they are healthy little critters. The shy red tom who joined the group recently let me scratch him behind the ears. (Oh, the power of cat food!)
My street cats are thriving as well.
Not to mention the Trio Infernal at home, who brightens my day.
There was coffee in the morning with Slavica.
So, lots of good things. I just have to keep repeating that to myself.