sick. i can’t actually complain as it happens so rarely…every 2-3 years or more. so when i go down, i go down hard. and i’m a horrible sick person. i don’t get to not cook or clean or just lounge around doing nothing but napping. because when i wake up, i have to do everything i didn’t do earlier.
tired. adults are not supposed to stay up all night finishing a paper for a course they are taking. at some point, after growing up, after the whole too young to be impacted by staying up because sleeping in fixes everything and staying up half the night having sex and it was worth it, is feeling like you are hung over and need a week to recover.
cramps. seriously? why do i need to be ovulating at this age? would any of those eggs be viable anyway considering they must be hard boiled by now. i am not young. i don’t care that people think i am 10 years younger than my age, but maybe it’s tied into my body not understanding how old we actually are.
migraine. so a beautiful weather bomb has to be coming this way because as my head vise has been tourniquet’ing all day, so that my eyes are watering and i had to start wearing sunglasses while inside the house, lay down in a dark room and wish it away while hoping to sleep in peace. yeah. right.
medication. for everything.chased by whiskey as i give the world the finger and say fuck you day. you sucked.i’m going to bed and plan on staying there until my bladder wakes me up at 7am.