Today was an odd type of day. I was pretty stable for the first half, and then I took a nap, and then I was pretty unstable. I have a few theories about why I may have woken up in my boyfriends yelling "he has a nose but its not really a nose" and "you keep asking me the same question!" and then proceed to laugh and cry at the same time. 1) I am a girl, therefor my estrogen causes me to become fucking phsycotic at times. I am sorry ladies, but its true. We really all are fucking phsycotic, no matter how much we would like to deny it. The hormones that make us so curvy and sexual also take part in making us mad cows. 2) I was confused. Lack of sleep + bed that I dont actually sleep in that much can create some confusion. Waking up and not knowing where you are is very disorienting and upsetting. 3) Being pretty stressed lately, I have been eating foods that can and do cause dreams that are like bad trips. I had a dream like this while I was sleeping at my patient boyfriends house. I blame this dream on the fact that the only things I had eaten today was a large order of chili cheese, a huge strawberry limeade, and a canister of a popular energy drink. Maybe it was a combination of all three, maybe it was a phenomenon like sasquatch or UFO's. But whatever it was, it was stupid and I am embarassed. I would like to formally apologize to my loving and understanding boyfriend for being such a crazy bitch right after a wonderful nap. I just had an idea. Sasquatch is just a woman on her period! Anyways, amidst my emotional phenomenon my baby had enough insight to sedate me with a semi-chilled intoxicant, at which point I became a cuddly kitten with a healthy sense of mischeivity... is mischeivity a word? like as in mischevious...ness? I love him so so much, and that is not just the my tingly fingers and toasty nose talking. I really mean it. Times like tonight really show a person character and true feelings. How he reacted to me being a fucking lunatic is applaud worthy. Let me explain... Mad fucking phsycho cow hollie is yelling things that are mostly incoherent and laughing and crying at the same fucking time. Attractive and wise, the boyfriend in his natural habitat might find his mates odd behavior reason to panic, but he doesnt. Instead the boyfriend stays calm, doesnt make any sudden movements, and tries his best to understand the rabid ramblings of his honey. Quickly summing up the situation, he retrieves a calming beverage and stays very quiet while she settles down. Then he snuggles her and lets her eat some of his macaroni and cheese. And thats one of the reasons why I am dating him. Also whenever I look at him I want to rip off all my clothes... I think that has something to do with his eyes... Lol, it was one of the more absurd nights of my life, and I am REALLY embarassed, but it is a funny story. Love you baby.