This is a typical days worth of conversation for me. So... As you may know, the demon PMS has moved in.

The Demon PMS makes one do some crazy things.

The Demon PMS makes one request crazy things of their friends, that are in fact, crazy.

And everyone with half of a brain knows this.

And everyone who is not being inhabited with the demon PMS will try their hardest to cease crazed actions. This rarely works.

But to prove my point, I will share with you a conversation.

Elle: Are you sure? What is the closest designer item to you?

Me: Yes I am sure. There are no designer anythings near me at the moment. But I can swear on my computer.

Elle: No, No, No that won't do... Find something designer. Stat. I am sure there is a handbag littering your floor somewhere.

Me: Fine, I swear on my Chanel's.

Elle: Repeat after me. I do solemnly swear on my Chanel sunglasses that if my body were not possessed by the mental illness, PMS, I would still want you to do this.

Me: ((repeats))

Elle: Continue repeating, And I am sure that I do not want you to wait for three to five days before continuing with this course of action.

Me: ((repeats again))

Elle: And once out of your PMS illness state, do you solemnly swear to not hold the consequences of this PMS action against me, if there should be any?

Me: Yes, I swear.

Elle: You really are ill. Really. Ill.  ¶ 8:29 PM