PMS and other things

Honestly, I'm not sure why PMS has earned the moniker "Pissed at Men Syndrome." In all actuality, it should be called PES or "Pissed at EVERYTHING Syndrom." Now normally, I don't really PMS or PES (whichever you prefer). I get the occasional mood swing where Satan himself wouldn't want to mess with me; but really, what women who's bleeding from her uterus for days on end hasn't? What I'm getting at is that my last post was mostly me being a big baby... I do say mostly. The 13% that has nothing to do with me is the tear-inducing Banshee Bell.
I, however, am no longer dealing with her because I AM FINALLY BEING TRAINED ON THE MACHINES!!!!!!!!!!!! I actually started last week. For the most part, I am doing pretty well. They even started training me on the REALLY fast machine tonight. It was exciting, my 12 hours were up before I even knew it. Even better is the fact that this is my short week and that I have absolutely nothing pressing to do this weekend... except for laundry.
In other news, I had THE BEST dream ever the other night. One which I am totally claiming the copyrights to. The Wizard of Oz meets Harry Potter. I'm not quite sure what to call it yet. He Who Shall Not Be Named and The Wicked Witch of The West were best friends, and they'd imperious cursed the Tin Man, the Lion, and the Scarecrow to steal the Ruby Slippers from Dorothy so that Lord You Know Who could get his Horcrux out of the sole (yep, I'm even clever and witty in my dreams). Harry had to help Dorothy get to the Wizard of Oz, who turned out to be Dumbledore. I was more or less Hermione in the dream I think, I kept trying to start a Munchkin Liberation Front so they would no longer have to wear their hair in those ridiculous coifs. Dumbledore thwarted my plans though saying that they liked it and that he found them rather charming. There was a lot more, but that's all I really remember of the epic.
Each day, I am really trying to be more thankful than the previous one and realize and appreciate my blessings more. It's a habbit that's slowly growing on me. I'll tell you though, if I keep having dreams like that one, I may become the most grateful person on the planet.
That is all... for now.