The insomniac again
Jan. 11th, 2005 12:53 pmPlan did not work. Tossed and turned 'til 2am, having gone to bed ca. midnight. Have resumed normal dosage; will ride out this godawful period (worse cramps than usual? why?!) and go on BC ASAP. Perhaps this will actually help with the sleep thing.
Am not misogynist. Simply have little tolerance for most of humanity in general. Stupid men get the sharp edge of my tongue too.
Aside: Am fond of several female characters in fictionwho are invariably killed off/changed completely by TPTB. Unfortunately, there are not enough women in fiction I identify with -- hence my love of male characters and the relationships they could potentially have with each other.
Would happily donate good, working uterus/ovaries to women who actually want them (or men, if that's what floats their boat). Can actually feel the muscles over/around uterus being all tight and knotty. Yes, with own two hands. No, my fingertips are not remarkably sensitive. Hearing, smell, taste, yes; touch, no. (Not a full Sentinel! Aw.)
Dreamed Sunshine was in charge of a writer's workshop. This is most odd, as Sunshine is an art student and probably would not consider fiction if I paid him to. Also dreamed B was back with that dumb bitch and boy was I pissed about it. It's entirely possible he'll go crawling back even after she fucked him over. God.
Hear that howling? That ain't the wind. That's me, screaming cos these FUCKING GODDAMN CRAMPS ARE TOO MUCH. *goes for the scalpel*
Am not misogynist. Simply have little tolerance for most of humanity in general. Stupid men get the sharp edge of my tongue too.
Aside: Am fond of several female characters in fiction
Would happily donate good, working uterus/ovaries to women who actually want them (or men, if that's what floats their boat). Can actually feel the muscles over/around uterus being all tight and knotty. Yes, with own two hands. No, my fingertips are not remarkably sensitive. Hearing, smell, taste, yes; touch, no. (Not a full Sentinel! Aw.)
Dreamed Sunshine was in charge of a writer's workshop. This is most odd, as Sunshine is an art student and probably would not consider fiction if I paid him to. Also dreamed B was back with that dumb bitch and boy was I pissed about it. It's entirely possible he'll go crawling back even after she fucked him over. God.
Hear that howling? That ain't the wind. That's me, screaming cos these FUCKING GODDAMN CRAMPS ARE TOO MUCH. *goes for the scalpel*