cathartic exhibitionism

mood: groggy

"Sometimes, you’ve got to wade through the mud to get to the river." –Patsy Hedden

i am not a superstitious person. this friday, though, is as unlucky as it gets. not only was I unable to watch the Yamato drummers last night with bwenja (which was also a good thing since my uterus was uncooperative and he had to do something else), but I spent the whole day writhing in pain — the usual monthly muscular cramps due to excessive estrogen secretions, shedding endometrial lining, nausea, a nasty migraine, same old, same old.

i did not finish my manuscript. i called Prof. Madeline Suva and explained my predicament, as she sharply hyperventilated into the handset, "you should have predicted it! Ms. Verzosa, you’re late! you’re thesis is late again!" in a meek and literally pained voice, all I could say was, "um, kasi po, irregular ako, eh. sobrang sakit, i’ll just send it through LBC." then after two more sentences, she hung up.

i’ve lost my appetite for nutritionally sound meals and instead, have developed a strong hankering for all things sweet and fattening. i can’t sleep either.

NEITHER WILL I BE ABLE TO WATCH THE YAMATO DRUMMERS TONIGHT.

shite, i’m PMS-ing.