So here's me again, not so much promising that I won't do anything stupid and irrational as determining that it won't kill me, so to speak, to hold off on doing anything stupid and irrational for another twenty four hours.

Mostly, I think, it's a combination of undermedication and PMS, which brings with it the traditional gifts of migraine and TMJ but also the bonus gift of nasty TMJ related toothache. Which could turn into a need for a root canal, I suppose, but that's kind of like renovating the porch on a house that's falling off a cliff.

Those should go away if I can just ignore them long enough, and maybe even take the toothache with it, who knows. The medication issue is something entirely different and involves finding a new shrink. Boy oh boy am I eager to do that.

What won't go away, though, is my genetic family doing stupid things again. I'd explain, but it would involve outing myself in new and exciting ways even for me. Hopefully once the PMS goes away and I get a little perspective, it'll all seem amusingly stupid rather than depressingly stupid.

Oh yeah, and it's my partner's 40th birthday. Birthday requests have involved no singing, no cake with black frosting and Over The Hill candles, and please could I not kill myself today. So, we're trying.

Happy birthday to my partner, a very long-suffering person who I can't believe hasn't fled the state to live under an assumed name in the hopes I won't follow.