I'm fat and cranky. I passed out last night, facedown, after nary an alcoholic beverage, at merely midnight. On E's birthday. Something is awry.
It's been almost 50 days since my last period. I blame it on round 1's daily drug cocktail, still fucking up my stuff. Round 1, that cunt, haunts me from her grave.
Round 2 begins when my period begins. So E has been harping on me to get going. Nice. I swear she was actually trying to squeeze my uterus last night under the auspices of snuggling.
Although at this point I'm also ready to get this period party started. Nausea, nasty attitude, and exhaustion notwithstanding, it's going to be a hairy monster when it comes, so...you know. Let's get this over with.