Yesterday was a bad, dark, no-good day. I don't know why I even bother to interact with others on days like that. It's a bad idea, and probably just makes everyone I come into contact with feel like crap.
Yesterday, I had come to the conclusion that everything I am trying to do in my life, I am failing at. I feel hugely insecure about the book. I'll probably need to get a real job soon, which is unfortunate since I've decided I hate real jobs and dislike a vast majority of people. I can't manage to lose weight. My blog sucks. My house is not the home I want it to be. My reproductive organs won't reproduce. Everyone is probably judging me.
I have only this handful of things to worry about and take care of, and every single one of them is being terribly mishandled. At least, that's how I felt yesterday.
Today is a little better. I still feel hugely insecure and irritated with myself (not to mention insanely hormonal), but as always, perspective is everything. Me and my first world problems -- the poor fat girl who gets to stay home and write a book, right?
So anyway, all that to say -- today I have a post on Tired & Stuck, where I explain why I'm looking forward to my next cycle. I may have also cursed out my vagina. See you there.