Thanks for all the anti-female friend solidarity expressed in the last post's comments.
I am, however, a stupid, ignorant cow. I go on and on about female drama, yet my entire weekend has been composed of me wailing and flailing. As I've mentioned before, I have this godawful project thing due tomorrow and I am so unprepared for its submission it's not even funny. In fact, I'm so unprepared that I'm blogging when I should be writing it. This weekend has found me mostly crying and lamenting, with poor Dude attempting to comfort me with, "You can only do your best." over and over again. It's his new mantra. Apparently he thinks that when I hear it for the one hundredth time I may believe it. He's a dear soul sometimes.
So here I am, agonising and flipping out. She who despises female drama is being melodramatic to heights yet unknown. What a hypocrite.
I shall keep telling myself that the difference between them and me is that I'm not projecting all this angst and misery on unsuspecting friends. Oh wait...so I AM. Shit.