It’s called PCOS & I’ve got it.

So the title of this post let the cat out of the bag. Maybe I should have gone with something more like “It has to do with my ovaries & mood swings” or “That time I had too much testosterone” or “You know what sucks? My ovaries”. Guess the commitment to my creative juices just wasn’t flowing when I wrote that one out.

All by myself.

A couple of weeks ago I took myself on a date. Alone. Just me. By myself. This may not seem like a major feat, but the pride I felt in walking into a movie theater, buying a ticket for 1, snatching up a soda and getting comfy for 2 hours in a dark theater gave me simultaneous anxiety and excited jitters.

I quit Nablopomo.

So you know, it’s probably a good thing that I quit. Because I’m already having nightmares (literally) and the stress level is a touch out of control. So, adios Nablopomo 2010, it’s been real.