My body runs with clockwork-like predictability. I could mark my crazy days and my bummer days on the calendar six months ahead of time. I am a rational, logical, level-headed woman; I know that my bouts of emotionality are purely chemical. But even having said that, it doesn't make me any less crazy or sad. I feel like there needs to be a disclaimer before everything I say. "I am especially emotional today; everything that comes out of my mouth is nonsense." Oh, to be a man for a day.