You know, I really hate being a woman for those days. I'm not gonna go out and say it but you should have enough sense as to what it is. But, I really, truly hate the 2-3 days before. The PMS'ing and the PMDD -- but I have PMS more than anything. It's just more apparent now that I'm older and it's just... bad.

Most of the time, I just get the (terrible) mood swings, tenderness (argh), headaches, stress...and insomnia. Seriously, because I was falling asleep every 15 minutes for hours and ... yeah. Hell I tried watching old cartoons on Youtube, and normally that does the trick of putting me back to sleep. Nope. Well, I was kinda hungry, but I didn't have any breakfast packs (pancakes and sausages) so, I just ate 10 strips of bacon and the rest of that vanilla frappu coffee -- for those who aren't used to my legendary appetite, that's actually normal -- but that didn't help either!

So, here I am, up since 4:30. Maybe it's the coffee drink...

Anyway, I joined up on NaNoWriMo a couple of days ago... and I'm using Epsilon. A bit of a cheat, but, I was surprised I was basically halfway to the goal of 50k. I've 24,xxx words. Didn't think it was that much. I'm going at such a snail's pace. Maybe because I've always wrote when I had nothing to do at school (well, should've been studying but that's besides the point) and I'd normally bust 500-1,500 a day. Now I'm lucky if I get 5 words in. My priorities are messed up. You'd think with all this time that I'd be halfway done with the whole thing.

I'm definitely going to write after the bottom wisdom teeth come out, and I'm high on codiene pills. Things will probably be more vivid, I can say that much. And no, I don't do drugs... shit, I'll be even more crazier than I am now. I hate pills and needles as it is. I've been writing at Barnes and Noble, in the Starbucks cafe. I get better vibes than what I do at the library. At least I don't have anyone staring at me as they walk by, or do that 3 or 4 times ... it's quiet. 'course I bring my iPod and Skullcandies... best $30 I've spent.

I'm growing agitated/grumpy by the hour. It's only a matter of time.