Sometimes, I think my ovaries are trying to kill me. Other times, I just wish, very heartily, that menopause will come to me early. Cravings had me eating oreos, which my IBS is already reacting to as I type. My guts are already trying to rip me apart from the inside. To say the least, I feel like crap. On top of that I haven't been sleeping regularly for various reasons and steadily feeling worse for it.
On the brighter side, I enjoyed SPN's premier and I'll be watching Warehouse 13's finale 'tonight' technically.
For now though, I'm stuck in my room, miserable and in significant amounts of pain.