Bloody Hell

I wanted to do a lot of things today. I wanted to write a blog post, do laundry, start working on a new novel I have an idea for, take the dogs to the dog park, etc.

I’ve done laundry.

And I’ve laid in bed and watched a lot of Love Island.

Because my uterus (aka “Judy”) decided to rage out today.

It’s incredibly frustrating because on the one hand I don’t like when Judy renders me immobile. It’s not only physically a nightmare, but it also makes me feel like I’m a bad feminist. Which is ridiculous. I have a period and sometimes it means I’m in pain and that I just want to lay down.

But then I also feel like I should be like “I AM WOMAN AND I CAN DO ANYTHING. MY PERIOD IS NOT A PROBLEM” when in reality I’m feeling like shouting “I AM WOMAN AND SOMETIMES IT’S BLOODY TERRIBLE AND PLEASE BRING ME CHEESE AND CHOCOLATE AND DR PEPPER AND ALSO A BUCKET IN CASE I VOMIT.”

So right now The Mr has taken the dogs for a car ride while he acquires several snacks and I am at home watching attractive British people call each other muggy.

Here’s to us, ladies. At least we know my birth control is working.

Brain Break

I’m back!

I mean, I wasn’t really gone gone, but I kind of went digitally MIA this past week because of some work I was doing on a fundraiser, and then I had a chronic pain flare up and it was all just a blur, really.

But hello! I’m here! Alive and well and awake! It feels good.

I sadly don’t have much to report because in my downtime I’ve not done much living… I’ve been working with dusty books, sleeping off the pain, and then in between I’ve been binge watching Stranger Things and UK’s Love Island (go on and judge me all you want, I love it.) like it’s nobody’s business.

And normally I would feel really guilty about that, but you know what? It’s been great!

Because sometimes you need stuff like that, right? You need to allow yourself to just veg out for a minute while your body and mind recovers from all the stuff that’s being thrown at it day in and day out and if watching a teenager fight paranormal goo or watching sixteen super fit people try and find love on live television for almost 50 hours straight is what’s going to help you through that, then freaking go for it.

And that’s all I really want to say this week. Today I returned to my journal and I’ll hopefully have a blog post of substance next week, but until then, here is an absolutely adorable video of Aloy dreaming: