Give me a cookie, and back the fuck up. Better yet, for your own safety, throw the damn thing from five feet away- just aim well or I'm coming after you.
So- fucking- cranky! It has got to be the hormones. No uterus, no periods, hard to tell... but the bloat, the completely unnecessary crying, the intense chocolate cravings...
and the one day a month I want to fucking eat people.
No reason for it- just recognize the red pupils, toss me something chocolated, and get the living hell out of my way. Quickly.