On PMS, Blood Donating, and Insensitive Conductors

So, I donated a pint of blood today.

If I could think of one thing that would make me stranger than having just given a pint of my lifeblood away AND being in the midst of PMS-week - well... I wouldn't be here right now. Because honestly. I am so weird today.

First of all, donating blood really... eh, drains me. (Note to all readers: There is no such thing as an unintended pun.) So I'm super tired.

When I'm super tired, I want to cry.

Secondly, PMSing makes me want to cry.

So I just want to cry all the time, right?

Yeah.

Today in band, we had a guest conductor. Our regular director said, "I had him for clarinet lessons. He made me cry like every week." Yeah. I definitely cried in band today. Not overtly, because I'm tough like that, but there were tears streaming onto my reed, that's for sure.

(Side note to April: I definitely just typed "that's for you".)

You know why I cried?

Not 'cause he said anything mean or uncalled for. Not that I didn't play my part perfectly and I was upset. No. I was sitting cross-legged, and he asked me to put both feet on the floor.

So I cried?

Yeah.

I'm tired.

And then I was really hungry, and being PMSing and having just donated blood, I was craving Arby's like a pregnant woman.

So I just drove to Arby's and got a large curly fries and a 6-piece mozzarella sticks. Yes, I did. And I ate it all by myself.

In a back hallway practice room, actually.

I feel kinda guilty for eating in a practice room, but I made sure to get one with no carpet and no piano, so I wouldn't be making a big mess on something hard to clean.

And I'm kind of avoiding the other people in the music building right now, because that's another symptom of being tired and PMSing: I like to be alone.

Also, I have bad breath. Curly fries and mozzarella sticks will do that to you.

Have I ever mentioned how much I love mozzarella sticks? 'Cause I really do.

I guess that's enough randomosity for now.

Love and a pint o' blood,
Leah