PMS...

I have had a typical "PMS" day this week. The kind where you find yourself eating an entire slab of chocolate by yourself, swearing at the guy driving in front of you, giving the lady with her trolley the evil eye and crapping out everyone who tries to have a conversation with you. Then comes the mascara tears, the guilt for skipping the gym and the endless complaining of how much your life sucks. I have found though that there is nothing that a hot bath, a cupcake with some chocolate and some "me time" cant fix.