sometimes it really is hormonal.
husband likes robert anton wilson's cosmic trigger miscellany. he shared with me that raw thinks women are more fortunate than men because they experience marked fluctuations, which, he supposes, keeps women from a dangerous monotony. raw may have even have called it a gift. if it is, i cannot graciously accept it.
despair! i feel it when alone; husband eclipses everything with his presence. he might successfully run interference for me, but i know that i still circle slowly about something sinister.