Blood, shit and tears

Sounds quite obscene doesn't it? But it's all depressingly mundane.

I am constipated. Very. It's been days.

Eight days (EIGHT DAYS!) without cigarettes and alcohol have taken their toll on my already sluggish-as-a-sleepy-slug digestive system and I am beginning to worry about what will actually happen when all systems are, as it were, go.

Have also been aggressively premenstrual (never a help in the 'movement' department in itself). Been doing lots and lots of shouting at people under the cast iron nicotine withdrawal excuse, and also spent hours cleaning out the tumble dryer fluff filter and making lists of things to throw away.

I have been out for Big Pads and linseed. Sometime this week it's gonna get ugly.

joella