Perhaps it's PMS

[ailbhe]

I'm feeling attacked and whiny today, and it's not your fault. Between breastfeeding education and home educating and stay at home mothering and not driving a car and ethical consumerism and the whole huge rape and consent thing, not to mention trying to make decisions on choosing, revising and sending pomes to be published, I'm feeling stretched very thin. No-one has directly, indirectly, or inadvertently threatened me about the poetry yet, at least, and if I never send them to anyone, no-one can reject me, so that's ok.

Er, wait.

Perhaps I should go to bed.