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I am even more out of it and confused and moodswing-y than usual, guys! Seriously all I have been able to accomplish today: Some wobbly stick figure drawings (of a dude hitting another dude with his hat) and staring at a wall indefinitely whilst sitting in bed with my sketchbook in my lap like maybe having it physically near me will make my brain start working.
(It didn't.)
I have to try like five times to spell anything! It takes so much effort to focus my eyeballs on objects! My limbs are all weak and wobbly and my heart is beating all fast like a tremble-y bird! Everything smells really strongly of weird smells! I feel a lot like I am going to either 1. faint, 2. weep, or 3. dissolve into a fit of hysterical giggles!
That is, of course, the correct adjective, given that I am feeling this way because of PMS. So far my solution has been to listen to all the songs I have on my iTunes which are about zombies (which is kind of more than that usual number of songs about zombies) and sit in bed not moving very much and imagining that I am decomposing. This is a really inefficient way of reminding me that I am not pregnant, Nature! May I suggest an alternative next time? A polite phone call, perhaps.
Why don't I have a big bowl of water to submerge my face in
/submerges metaphorical face in metaphorical bowl of water
EDIT: I have just remembered that I haven't eaten in a while. PERHAPS THIS WILL HELP WITH LACK OF ENERGY. I'm so damn clever, ya'll. I suppose I will have to work out some manner of food-eating plan on my own, since my aunt and uncle are in town and have taken my parents out to dinner at a fancy expensive restaurant. (They know better than to invite me anymore since the last time they did I got grouchy and took all of the silverware. YOU GUYS I HATE DIMLY-LIT FANCY EXPENSIVE RESTAURANTS YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW)
/orders a pizza to eat in bed like a boss. 8|
EDIT AGAIN: On second thought, I am regretting a little bit not going though on account of maybe I should start some kind of stolen silverware collection? But idk my relatives would probably not think it was as funny as I think it is; my mother gets kind of EXTREMELY!!! UPSET!!! about things like prodding candles in expensive restaurants or taking interesting rocks out of other people's driveways or climbing on fences in public. I am not sure why, I guess because it is Not What Is Done. Like, "HANNAH YOU CANNOT DO THAT THAT DOESN'T BELONG TO YOU THAT'S NOT WHAT THAT IS FOR WHAT IF EVERYONE DID THAT IT WOULD BE ANARCHY!!!!"
I mean personally I do not really see the issue it's not like fences are not NOT for clambering
Right
/digresses
/goes to eat pizza
(It didn't.)
I have to try like five times to spell anything! It takes so much effort to focus my eyeballs on objects! My limbs are all weak and wobbly and my heart is beating all fast like a tremble-y bird! Everything smells really strongly of weird smells! I feel a lot like I am going to either 1. faint, 2. weep, or 3. dissolve into a fit of hysterical giggles!
That is, of course, the correct adjective, given that I am feeling this way because of PMS. So far my solution has been to listen to all the songs I have on my iTunes which are about zombies (which is kind of more than that usual number of songs about zombies) and sit in bed not moving very much and imagining that I am decomposing. This is a really inefficient way of reminding me that I am not pregnant, Nature! May I suggest an alternative next time? A polite phone call, perhaps.
Why don't I have a big bowl of water to submerge my face in
/submerges metaphorical face in metaphorical bowl of water
EDIT: I have just remembered that I haven't eaten in a while. PERHAPS THIS WILL HELP WITH LACK OF ENERGY. I'm so damn clever, ya'll. I suppose I will have to work out some manner of food-eating plan on my own, since my aunt and uncle are in town and have taken my parents out to dinner at a fancy expensive restaurant. (They know better than to invite me anymore since the last time they did I got grouchy and took all of the silverware. YOU GUYS I HATE DIMLY-LIT FANCY EXPENSIVE RESTAURANTS YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW)
/orders a pizza to eat in bed like a boss. 8|
EDIT AGAIN: On second thought, I am regretting a little bit not going though on account of maybe I should start some kind of stolen silverware collection? But idk my relatives would probably not think it was as funny as I think it is; my mother gets kind of EXTREMELY!!! UPSET!!! about things like prodding candles in expensive restaurants or taking interesting rocks out of other people's driveways or climbing on fences in public. I am not sure why, I guess because it is Not What Is Done. Like, "HANNAH YOU CANNOT DO THAT THAT DOESN'T BELONG TO YOU THAT'S NOT WHAT THAT IS FOR WHAT IF EVERYONE DID THAT IT WOULD BE ANARCHY!!!!"
I mean personally I do not really see the issue it's not like fences are not NOT for clambering
Right
/digresses
/goes to eat pizza