Feary & Teary

It's that time of month again - the time where I turn away from my usual chirpy self and embrace the life of a banshee from the planet 'Crap'. My day has been fairly fitting for such a state of being, as follows:

5am: went to the gym and had a great workout. Left feeling superb, on top of the world, and looking shit hot.
7am: left for work, almost crashed my car because I was busy looking at the appalling state of my skin i the rear view mirror. Began to cry at the damage that I almost caused my car.
8am: had a nice cup of green tea and launched into a lovely mood of flowers, pink things and balloons. Inadvertently giggled at a joke that I made inside my own head.
9am: Someone mentioned 'booty' and I began to think about my fat arse and how ugly I feel today, so I went outside to have a cry. I yelled at a man who asked me for a cigarette.
10am: Feeling positive, feeling healthy, had a muesli bar, had a pleasant conversation with my colleague.
11am: Someone stole my post-it-notes, i began to cry, colleague's realised I was crying, hot flush, all over. Out for chocolate.

It's been up and down and all over the place, as you can see. And now I have to go and do a presentation for work and I'm wondering if crying in the middle of a video conference is grounds for being sent home ill... Let's hope so.