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Not hormonal at ALL, dammit!
Jan. 8th, 2012 09:44 amI had high hopes for today. I lazed around yesterday, so today was going to be the day. I intended to accomplish something in all departments today: Clean one room, write one chapter, lose one pound, draw one picture, pay one bill, etc. And it seemed like the perfect day for it. It's beautiful out. The sky is blue and the frost is shimmering.
But.
As soon as I sat up in bed, I noticed the headache. And the stomachache. And how loud the ringing in my ear was. I wasn't dizzy, was I? No, no, just a little queasy. I should probably eat something, but I didn't want to eat anything.
Start off slow, I told the cat. Ease into it. Build up speed. I made it to the couch from the bed. Two hours passed without any more progress than that, and I was starting to feel sorry for myself for being such a loser, letting a gorgeous day pass by to huddle on the couch and scroll through tumblr. Then, a picture of waffles came up and I actually teared up. Over a picture of waffles.
Because waffles would be good. If I had yummy waffles, my stomach would probably feel better. Getting up to get them would probably get all my chemistry percolating and help my other woes. It took maybe half a second to think all that, and another half to realize-
But.
The nearest waffles are either in Princeton or Lewisburg, and I would have to go by myself because everyone I know has families and stuff to do and/or lives too far away to make a special trip to drive even farther just to watch me eat waffles. Poor, pathetic, lonely me with no friends and no waffles and what have I done lately to deserve either? Nothing! And then the tears welled up.
Before they could fall, though. I stomped off to find some Midol. Because jeez Louise. It's barely 9:30 and entirely too early to give up on a whole day. There's still time to do all that stuff. Maybe even before lunch!
So as long as I don't scroll past any pictures of cheeseburgers, I should be fine.
But.
As soon as I sat up in bed, I noticed the headache. And the stomachache. And how loud the ringing in my ear was. I wasn't dizzy, was I? No, no, just a little queasy. I should probably eat something, but I didn't want to eat anything.
Start off slow, I told the cat. Ease into it. Build up speed. I made it to the couch from the bed. Two hours passed without any more progress than that, and I was starting to feel sorry for myself for being such a loser, letting a gorgeous day pass by to huddle on the couch and scroll through tumblr. Then, a picture of waffles came up and I actually teared up. Over a picture of waffles.
Because waffles would be good. If I had yummy waffles, my stomach would probably feel better. Getting up to get them would probably get all my chemistry percolating and help my other woes. It took maybe half a second to think all that, and another half to realize-
But.
The nearest waffles are either in Princeton or Lewisburg, and I would have to go by myself because everyone I know has families and stuff to do and/or lives too far away to make a special trip to drive even farther just to watch me eat waffles. Poor, pathetic, lonely me with no friends and no waffles and what have I done lately to deserve either? Nothing! And then the tears welled up.
Before they could fall, though. I stomped off to find some Midol. Because jeez Louise. It's barely 9:30 and entirely too early to give up on a whole day. There's still time to do all that stuff. Maybe even before lunch!
So as long as I don't scroll past any pictures of cheeseburgers, I should be fine.
