But I feel like a Valkyrie

You'll laugh at my reasons why, but for reals I felt like a real Valkyrie today.

PMS is running rampant right now, I'm ready to burn it all down and tackle anyone who stands in my way about any single damn thing. It's a problem.

So yesterday I threw a fit, because duh, stay classy. But also because nothing was going right and I was just in a horrible freaking mood. I couldn't get this food package open and I was literally .2 seconds away from ripping my hair out and running through the streets screaming because womanhood. And then I cut my palm open on the instrument I was using to try and break into the aforementioned food packaging.

Hand slipped and before I knew it I had a gash on the palm of my hand. A tiny half inch long slice, right through the heavy padding in my palm. So the bitch bled and bled and bled and of course I'm all out of bandaids because that's life as a mother to three feral heathens with zero fucks to give for safety.

Anytime I tried to grab anything at all my hand would pop open again and I'd start bleeding some more. It was a lovely time.

So then it started snowing, because Mother Nature hates us all for what we've done to her. But I do so love doing sword drills in the snow, there's something even more badass about slicing through the frozen air and watching the little fuzzy snowflakes try and float away as fast as they can.

And I said to myself... "Would Cassian let me skip training because of a measly little cut? Or would he make fun of me for trying to skip it for nothing?" My brain immediately determined that Cassian would never let me live it down and would be telling everyone what a weenie I was for trying to skip training for a cut I acquired in the midst of a very Fully Grown Woman Tantrum.

So I grabbed the superglue and I glued that bitch shut and went outside for sword drills.