PMS

You know what? One should never make decisions when PMSing.



Prejudicial? No. I firmly believe that men PMS too. And, like many things, I started this blog whilst PMSing. Which might explain why I haven't even attempted to post for my last three sheduled postings.



You know, I started my palm reading business while PMSing. I signed up to have a Ren Faire booth while PMSing. I decided to travel to Peru while PMSing. I decided to buy a house and get married while PMSing. I'm pretty sure I also decided to move to Boulder while PMSing. I've had more than one suicide/audition/marriage proposal brewing during my PMS cycle--you think I'd learn. But, sadly, no.



It's amazing to me how much of a role hormones play in, well, everything.



When I'm high on my own girly chemistry, I think I'm on the top of the world. Or that the world isn't worth living for. There's really no telling which ahead of time in spite of the fact that I know it's coming and can depend on faulty judgment like clockwork. I wish I could bottle that do-anything attitude for later.



I'm not sure I can consistently tie this to acting right now, but as an [currently] inebriated semi-out-of-work actor, I can make excuses for why I thought a blog would be a great idea when jacked up on creative body chemistry.



Unfortunately, that's all I have to offer at present. Take it or leave it, much like any audition. You're either right for it or you're not and most of it is out of your conscious control.



Sure, there are another twenty ideas that I've written down and a dozen topics I want to write about, but it's amazing how quickly school, work, and extra-curriculars can dampen the creative spirit. So, until things calm down a bit or I have another extra-energized PMS creative burst or I decide to stop being lazy, scared and alcoholic, don't hold your breath.

Peace.