So I was feeling pretty low this morning. I knew that today is the first day of sugar pills, so I was pretty sure that my post-shower confidence that my entire life was going to fall apart was just the ol’ hormones talking, even as I was getting more upset. Maybe it wasn’t hormones. Maybe everything was really going horribly wrong. Yes, everything was falling apart and I couldn’t get a hold of someone I was trying to phone and it was clearly because they hated me and were avoiding me. This isn’t all in my hormone-riddled head, I thought.

Then I turned on the TV and the last half-hour of Ferris Bueller was on. As Cameron kicked his father’s car (“Who do you love? You love a car?”) I started to tear up.

Yep, hormones.