Note to self:

When you've been sick with a miserable and painful and stuffy snotty virus for almost a week,
and then you decide that since you're disgusting anyway, you might as well take the week off of birth control,
as PMS really kicks in and you relize that you've totally fucked up the soup you were working on for the past 8 hours, do NOT sit down to watch Brokeback Mountain thinking that, somehow, a gay cowboy movie will have a happy ending.
Because a bleeding, hungry, nauseaus, snotty, hysterical girlfriend is NOT what bateman needs to come home to after a long day at work, ok?