Excuse me while I rage quit life for a moment. But DAMN. - I need a second to whine.
I have an essay due on Friday and have been powering through it since Monday. Until, today. *head desk* As funnily enough it is surprisingly hard to try and write an essay when my uterus decides that it hates my face.
Yes ladies, I am talking about THAT time of the month. Captain Gategurl of the Obvious ship officially raises her flag.
Usually my end of the month week of doom is no big deal, very little pain and fuss. I usually pop a few IBP's and carry on like a boss. But for some reason this time, not so much. THIS time it feels like my uterus is waging war on Team Free Will and I am loosing epically like certain European countries did during World War II.
TL;DR: I FEEL LIKE BEATEN CRAP AND MUST WHINE ABOUT IT.
TMI? I regret nothing.