dead end

It's hard not to get emotional at least once a month.
I suppose it's another way that a woman is like a werewolf.
Or at least this one is.

Either way, things are driving me absolutely insane lately.
My family is driving me nuts, not only by lashing out at me but by arguing with each other.
Work isn't going so hot.
I find myself going absolutely crazy.

Then I do the alcoholic thing.
The thing I used to tell myself I wouldn't do.
I drink to make it better. To try and make myself forget even if it's only for a little while.
My weapon of choice lately has been the margarita. Three last night (the first being a whopping 21 oz drink), and one tonight when things started going south.

It's almost a fact that I'll be happy again in another day or two.
This mood swing will be nothing but a lingering mirror image of a memory that will fade in a couple of days...

But as for right now, I'm homesick for places that aren't even home.