On PMS and massive sleep deprivation

Arr, I be marooned on the island of no inspiration!

And this is pissing me off.

Mostly because I feel a really strong urge to write....but the words aren't feeling so happy with me right now.

And I'm feeling an even stronger urge to read, and I don't want it to be Anna "Love Hexagon" Karenina.

I want to read something good. Something that makes me cry a bit. I need to get that out of my system. And then I can go back to liking books that involve dragons and zombies and badasses in pink jumpsuits.

I'm also really grumbly right now because of these various feelings (oh, the inconvenience of not being a robot). If I grumble at you, or ignore you, or hunch over into a grouchy little fetal position, forgive me. I'm hoping it's PMS. At least then I can cure it with the copious consumption of chocolate.

Also, on the subject of PMS (AKA THIS IS YOUR WARNING: RUN NOW, SQUICK WILL FOLLOW).

I feel like girls blame it for a lot of things, but at the same time it's really weird how consistent it is in terms of what sort of havoc it plays. Like, I always get really mopey, which makes me angry, so I'm miserable to be around. I also definitely have wild chocolate cravings. And then equally consistent, I have terrible cramps for a single day. Which, you know, it could be a lot worse. And I've noticed that if I get distracted (by video games or bad TV or good TV or my PUPPY), they're pretty much ignorable. Which, okay. I should hate less on the girlbits than other people.

But. But. Here's something really weird. Having been a beanpole for most of my life (until my metabolism slowed the fuck down around 8th/9th grade, curse it), I sort of expected I'd get my period...late. And I was all "Oh rats, once again I will be the late bloomer". Except this was not to be. And I realized, as soon as I got it, that it was pretty much THE WORST. I mean, it's inconvenient and awkward and painful and just kind of gross. And it has no respect for the fact that you were in class, trying to go about your every day life. Or on your class trip. Or about to go to Hawaii. Or in India, where most places don't actually have toilets.

Oh, the stories I could tell. I'm not sure if it's just that my luck sucks, or if everyone has tons of stories like I do, and we just never swap them (we should. It would be amusing and I would feel better about how unlucky I am). Is it sad that in some ways, I can't wait for menopause?

OKAY THE SQUICK IS DONE NOW.

But I'm not done yet! I've got more to whine about in a vaguely pathetic manner! Like the fact that I'm so exhausted, I've been driving hunched over the wheel like an old lady in order to stay awake! My sister calls it Beaver-Mode. Beaver-Mode Ishani has created a new dance style called "How to dance while not falling asleep on I-5, which would probably be a stupendously bad idea". Seriously. I was yawing so hard I was crying on the way home today. This is bad. Someone should do something. Like write my college apps for me.

That would be nice.