The Cure for PMS

I've found the cure for PMS. This afternoon I found myself fit to be tied. I haven't been this PMS'sy in a while. It was one of those out of body experiences... I'm was sobbing to myself all while looking at myself from a distance thinking, "What is your problem? There is nothing wrong!" So after work I hightailed it to my favorite Mexican restaurant and sat and ate my burrito verde alone. It was quite pleasant actually. Then on my way home I scanned through the radio stations to find tunes worthy of the air guitar. "A Whole Lotta Love" by Led Zepplin would do as well as "Anyway You Want It" by Journey. (Man I'm a nerd for listening to 103.5 The Arrow.) What's even better is the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. As I was enjoying my chips and dip I got a call from Rosie. She had gone to IHOP by herself last night and enjoyed a drive around Phoenix listening to Simon and Garfunkle. She called it "nerdy" I call it "theraputic"! There's nothing wrong with singing,"Celia, you're breaking my heart, You're shaking my confidence daily, Oh, cecilia, I'm down on my knees, I'm begging you please to come home," at the top of your lungs. So I guess the moral of the story is that when that delightful time of the month hits go enjoy dining out to some comfort food and locate your classic rock station without haste.