It didn't occur to me when I sat in my car after work, running ssh on my phone, running centericq and looking for someone to have Ethiopian food with. It didn't occur to me when I decided on which Ethiopian restaurant to go to, alone, by which one I thought would be most personally attentive (chose Shebele, was wrong, inattentive new male server). It didn't occur to me when I stopped by Whole Foods for chocolate afterwards, even though I was quite full.

When I was taking side streets home from Whole Foods with a stack of chocolate bars on the passenger seat and suddenly felt the urge to cry about nothing in particular, it occurred to me that this just might be some hormonal cycle thing.