Iron and Oxygen

PRRROOOOB - LEM. Problem. When I start looking at my "problems", I talk them into dissolution. Clearly the antithesis of a solution, and I don't know if this strategy is good or bad, but Fuck our first world problems. Who needs them. Dissolute them. So I discovered that PMS serves a very important mind enlightening function for the atypical XX-er such as myself. First of all, the dreams become even more bananas than usual. Which I would say is a positive, but it really isn't when you're dreaming of spitting up blood, and not by yourself; I'm in a house full of people spitting up blood. What the fuck does that mean? According to the interwebs (which are like the spider webs in your brain, except this brain is a machine and the web isn't made of silk- think about it), it means I am suffering deep emotional stress. Well gee, who isn't? Thanks Mr. Google, you're a mother fuckin magician, with your automagic answers, gift wrapped in HTML, for our eager little minds to rip open. If I said what I was really thinking even 50% of the time, I wonder what would happen. This shit is bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S! Where is my mind? Where is my mind?