In the middle of my misery my apartment building is undergoing some "improvement". They are rebricking (this is actually a legal thing and won't improve anything) and fixing the elevators. this means when I am home there is a constant drone and on windy night s a constant banging from the scaffolds.

The droning and other noises are so distressing. I guess it's like the wind howling across the moors would be at this time -- invading my head with horrors.

I think if I didn't have meno I could so easily ignore this. Instead I feel like Vincent Price in the Fall of the House of Usher. (Only my ears are ringing instead of being super-sensitive.) Not that I mean to say by my title that this was a bad movie. My life is a bad movie: Diary of A Mad Menopausal Woman. Of course, that's redundant.

Nevermore --

Like the reference and love House of Usher. It's my favorite Vincent Price movie! By the way, between that reference and your pen name, I'm curious if maybe you might be an Edgar Allan Poe fan?

He pops up a lot in my life for some reason. i never have to pursue him. there's always a reference.

(Boy, do I long for the days of taking in a Vinnie movie with a glass of wine. It's never gonna be the same again between this nutty meno and my kitty being sick.)

I didn't take nevermore from the Raven, though.

When this craziness hit I heard in my head the Queen song Nevermore. However, I did like it on the raven level, of course!