hormonally. horizontally & intuitively.
random as fuck you might say?
not really. as i’ve come to realise about my pedantic little self.
whilst my brain is clear (ish) & i’m full of ideas & energy: my body is not so fucking willing.
vertigo is through the roof, or the floor as the case my be. my tummy is doing somersaults & i’m guessing this is PMS in all its fucking glory (after referring to my anal little calendar), or i’m hungry … again. my head is aching, but that seedy sorta ache. oh & i’m as nauseous as fuck!
i’ve done the ’emotional’ check, such as it is, & i know there’s shit going on in there, i just cant quite put my weasely little finger on it yet.
i’ve done the ‘body’ check, such as that fucking is, & am taking an educated guess @ hormone fuckery.
whatever the fucks going on it’s lending to an ever increasing anxiety that’s building to a nice little panic fuck … possibly scheduled for … soon … if i cant catch my fucking breath.
yah know, some days are just cunty-er than others.
*rolling with it*