She says I'm unstable. (Just because when I went home for lunch, I kicked the computer and threatened to sell the cats to a chinese restaurant).
So I'm pounding on the door, screaming at her to unlock it, when I hear a commercial on the TV that gets my attention."
...racing thoughts, severe mood swings, bursts of energy followed by bouts of exhaustion."
I realize that it's a pharmaceutical commercial describing my symptoms to a T. I fall to my knees in front of the TV praying that FINALLY the drug companies have turned over a new leaf. Instead of manufacturing yet one more drug for men who have problems (ahem) performing that just maybe, they've come up with a drug, for women crippled by PMS, that won't cause cancer, pack on an extra 50 pounds, or give us a five o'clock shadow at two in the afternoon.
"Hey Myrtle, the neighbor lady just threw a TV out her front window."
(Her days may be numbered)