I need to "Exerise the Demons."

I am having more mood swings than Mariah Carey. I am a seriously spazzy lady.
The interesting part is that if anyone would try to point this out to me, I would more than likely rip off their stupid arms and beat them with the bloody stumps.

I literally feel like I am possessed. I can see myself spewing harsh words like a she-devil but i have no off switch - until the guilt and remorse kicks in....then I am all mopey and sad because I prefer to be a nice person. Sometimes I get so angry so quickly - that I can actually feel my body shaking while I turn green like HULK. Normally Jonathan would be impressed by my super powers, but lately I KNOW he is wishing we didn't have a loft, but rather a large house with separate wings...like a castle (Dungeon would be an added bonus).

If you see something about "Pregnant Lady shoots up Mall because she got hot while shopping and someone bumped into her"...it was more than likely me...

I hope this child can't absorb my negative energy...I'll be birthing a HULK baby, I just know it....super.

I know my glass is half full - but right now I feel like: Screw the F'ing glass full of what? MILK? give me some wine damn it and get the hell out of my way...do you want to DIE??

We are going to Montreal next weekend for Valentines Day and the weekend after that I am off to Vegas with a perfect bunch of ladies to Celebrate my Sister Dawn's (and my surrogate sister Jen's) 30th birthdays....I hope I don't ruin both trips for my traveling companions...if I do they probably had it coming.....; (

Yesterday I couldn't figure out why I was mad at Jonathan - then in a BRIEF moment of clarity, I realized I was mad at something he MIGHT do in the future, during labour and delivery....thats totally not fair, but thank goodness he wasn't home until AFTER I figured out that I was pure Evil...

Finnegan is still in my good books...Love him.