"We'll Sell T-shirts!"

"I just want to hit something. I want hit somebody until they feel as bad as I do."

Remember that line from Steel Magnolias?

Of course, Sally Fields's character was referring to the pain she felt after the tragic loss of her daughter.

Makes me feel like a heel for even comparing. I know there are many things worse in life and I count my blessings every day.

But each new cycle - or, rather, the end of each cycle - is like a little death for me.

It's the continued death of an unrealized dream.

The slow death of any hope I still hold on to.

The death of pieces of me.

So, I do want to hit something or somebody.

I want to kick a wall.

I want to throw things (my prenatal vitamins come to mind).

CD1. Cycle I've lost count. Four days until Christmas. Six days until I turn 34.

I need my own Ouiser to hit.

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