"Let's Loathe!" with LEVIATHAN v.3.0 *PMS SPECIAL*

It's been awhile, guys, sorry about that. As compensation, I'll be ranting about something very special today: PMS, and the horrible "first day" that follows. Take notes, men.

You think you've got another week until your next cycle, so when your head starts to hurt whilst out in public, you're extremely exhausted, and you can't eat, you think you've caught the flu. Then you get home, wanting a little rest and relaxation. You hole up in your room, but the first thing you're told after getting downstairs again to finally eat something is that you're acting weird. WEIRD!? So you hole up again, and wanna play some video games. You wind up lashing out at anyone who dares ask for the controller, and you realize you are acting a bit weird. So you take an advil, and go to bed, with your typical, "YAY FOR TOMORROW" attitude.

First thing when you wake up, you realize you've started just in time. You take three Advil and two Midol because you spent an hour or so writhing in pain from cramps. Ugh... makes me kinda miserable thinking about it. So then you spend the whole day running to the stupid bathroom every two hours if you're the athletic type (tampon user), or just whenever you can if you're a comfort type (pad user). And the whole time, you have these nasty cramps that shouldn't be there, and when you don't, you have a killer headache.

Protip: compressing your head either by pushing it with your hand on the back of your head against your desk or by tying a tight handkerchief around your head can make a headache feel much better.

Then comes the horrible heat flash ON TOP OF ALL THE OTHER SYMPTOMS. "It's so fucking cold in here!" No, it's not, i'm freaking sweating you sunuva bitch.

Finally, finally FINALLY, you get home. You've fallen so far. You remember what happened yesterday, and sneak a few slices of lunchmeat or a couple granola bars or something with you to your personal cave. Finally, you curl up with a book or Game Boy or DS or PSP and your granola bars with your head between your knees, and all your symptoms go away. Then someone comes in to give you a hard time, or maybe just to ask a favor involving you getting up.

Oh, HELL NO.

GET THE FUCK OUT, I FINALLY HAVE PEACE FOR ONCE, I AM ABSOLUTELY NOT IN THE MOOD FOR YOU! WHEN YOU GO THROUGH SUFFERING INSTEAD OF PURE JOY FOR YOUR OFFSPRING, THEN WE'LL TALK, MOTHERFUCKER!

kbai.

And suddenly, everything's better.