P.M.S. Or Scatter Brain.

I read an article a while back that said according to some University study men suffer from PMS as well. (we’ll say USC for arguments sake.) The university studied a thousand men for over a year and according to their results men have emotional cycles that are similar to female menstrual cycles. They aren’t exactly the same as females, for example according to the study the male cycle is somewhere in the neighborhood of 58 days. I don’t remember all the details verbatim but suffice to say that I have thought about that article time and again since I read it. The reason I am boring you all with this study is I have noticed a disturbing habit I have fallen into every other month or so. I turn into the biggest little bitch on the planet. (If you’ll excuse my french.) This week happens to be my PMS week (a friend of mine used to refer to it as Putting up with Mens Shit) I like to think of it as my Pissy Man Syndrome. I’m sure it has more to do with a slightly stressful work environment as well as a growing number of coworkers that I am liking less and less. I really don’t know when I adopted the holier than thou attitude. I do know that when ever I did it was slow at first. I didn’t smoke because I didn’t like the way it felt on my tongue. I didn’t drink because I’m such a control freak that I couldn’t stand to even be minutely out of control. Soon the things I had chosen to abstain from started turning me off of other people. It isn’t that I think I’m better than anyone. I really don’t. I do think that my attitude is starting to give other people the idea that maybe I believe differently. So yeah on a happier note my Hawaiian vacation is coming ever closer. I truly can’t wait. Everyone always says they need a vacation. I don’t think I ever truly understand that feeling until this deployment. Things around here are going to change a lot over the next couple of weeks thanks to some shifty drug deals way higher up the food chain than I can even begin to reach. Apparently the Army is going to assume full control over my current detail. Which is slightly depressing, do mainly to the fact that this means all the very attractive Air Force women will be very hard to get in touch with as they will no longer be working with us. Incase you haven’t picked up on it already I enjoy talking with some of the Air Force personnel. I realize that I am sort of off kilter today and I apologize for that. I have a lot on my mind that I am not quite able to put into words at this moment. I promise that as soon as I figure out my issues I will share them with all of you.

Riddle Me This
Answer to the previous riddle... Silence

And here is today’s...
Feed me and I live, give me a drink and I die, What am I?

27 Days until I am on my way.