I am currently experiencing a bout of my Epic Death Period. I had been lulled into a false sense of security by months of normal, or light, or even barely-existent periods, and then BAM! Femininity fucks me in the ass again. It really faked me out this time, too, because it started out like a fairly normal period, and then suddenly morphed into a fucking cut scene from an amateur torture porn during the night.

The really sad thing is, so far, its better than the previous Epic Death Periods. Less chunkage, fewer rivers of blood cascading down the legs. This could all change in the morning, and probably will, which may be part of why I seem to be putting off sleep, despite feeling tired and run-down pretty much since I woke up. (Funny how loss of iron will do that.)

I’ll probably toddle off soon, anyway. Maybe I’ll do some laundry tomorrow, too. EDPs tend to make a body go through the panties pretty quickly. So. Awesome.