Funny: I realize that 1) my face is breaking out ridiculously, and 2) my cell phone bill is due. That, coupled with the weepies, can mean only one thing - my period's on its way! This is how my menstrual cycle tends to work: I get sad and feel like crying, wonder what the hell is going on with me, then I get my email notification that my bill is due, and then I finally have that a-hah! moment when I realize I'm not unstable, just hormonal.

And far too hard on myself.

I appear to be on a writing down-swing this week, although that may be due to the unfocused, grab-a-couple-a-minutes-here-and-there writing opportunities I've had in the midst of all my unproductivity. Brian had mentioned National Novel Writing Month before, but today was the first time I checked the site out. If you haven't checked out the link, it's a contest where you spend the month of November writing a 50,000 word novel. That's all you've gotta do - meet the word count, and you've won. Quality's got nothing to do with it. I'm intrigued, and contemplating seriously considering doing it.. ;-) I think there could be a lot of freedom in focusing on volume alone. I could write, and it could turn out to be the stinkiest turkey of a book you could imagine, but I would be writing. Registration is in October - I can spend September letting plots and characters flit through my head. I have been saying I want to get back to fiction.

Just about time to head out; Keith and I made a laundry/grocery shopping date for tonight after work, and I will do my best to view them as necessary steps to taking good care of myself instead of the drudgery I usually view them as (especially laundry!)

I still could use a really good hug, though.