I was so disgruntled today, my lips began to quiver, my eyes twitched, my innards tightened and my veins bulged. For a five minute period I found myself engulfed in cobalt rage (which is supposedly a little less intense than salmon, teal or ruby red rage). I thought about landing myself a job as a monk. I thought about fleeing the country for a small Chinese village. I thought about convincing a bear to eat me - or at the very least - to take me into its arms. It's over now. I'm feeling more or less felicitous again, but for 13 minutes of my cushy white life, I thought my nerves had been run over by a cement truck. PMS - I loathe you.