It’s 4:45 in the morning, and I haven’t got a cool title to use, or much coherence at all, but I’m antsy and can’t sleep, so may as well write something.

I’ve been in a chemically imbalanced mood all week, not sure if it’s PMS or just the season changing, or stress…probably it’s all three. Was exhausted by eight, but once I got to the bedroom could NOT relax, watched Mythbusters, and finished the skin-of-the-moment for my book blog, but was too unfocussed to enjoy either, and even my AlphaBytes post for the letter E was too short, and not what I wanted.

I had some Kahlua and cream, hoping the alcohol would relax me just enough to slip into sleep, but no, all it did was dehydrate me, and make my faint queasiness less faint. And now, four hours later, I’m awake, parched, and sitting here writing inane things while trying to force myself to drink water.

Note to self: Invest in mineral water. At least the bubbles cure the queasiness, and you can mix it with cranberry juice.

TMI Stuff below.

I think this is really just hellish PMS. I’ve been moody all week, and my breasts hurt, but not the way they usually do when I’m PMSsy. Usually, my nipples get so sensitive that even the slightest movement of fabric across them is translated into pain. Right now, my breasts feel sore deep inside, and really heavy, but my nipples are fine. (You /really/ needed to know that.)

If this is PMS I’ll know in a day or two, and either way, I’m making an appointment at Kaiser because I can’t fight the moodiness without help, and I’m forgetting stuff. Like, over the weekend I asked Fuzzy three times in the space of 45 minutes to make sure he changed the length of time the sprinklers were on, and had no recollection of doing so.

I don’t know where HE finds the patience to put up with me, but he’s been good about cuddling when I need it, and giving me space when I need that – AND he brought me chocolate and flowers over the weekend. I’m so lucky to have this man in my life.

I have to remember to put a table with a bowl of water under the bedroom air conditioner. I’m sure half my problem is dehydration, and moister air will help. I have a humidifier, but I don’t have a place to put it where I’ll get the effect and Fuzzy won’t have to have cold mist blowing over him all night, and it has this stupid light that you can’t disconnect, which, admittedly, makes the mist all pretty and purple, but, I don’t like light when I’m trying to sleep.

At least it’s Wednesday, now, and the week is half over.