Yep. I got up at 2am. My mental exhaustion is definitely overwith. I was a moron and took four caffeine pills and now I'm laying down, trying NOT to puke. Damn you caffeine pills! Never again!

I turn 43 on August 12th. I'm so upset about it. 😭 I was writing in my journal about it. I'm not ready to be an old lady! I'm going through old woman puberty right now! At least, that's what I think of perimenopause as. This sucks. I used to look forward to my birthday because I'd make myself a cake and make my goals for the year, but now I just think of my birthday as one year closer to my death (not to be morbid or anything, but it's true!).

As soon as I STOP feeling like I'm going to puke I'm going to do some novel planning. I just don't want to risk movement right now because I hate puking.

I took half a seroquel a bit ago and was hoping it would make me tired, but it's not working. Oh damn. I just realized I have both dramamine and zofran. I don't want to take a zofran because it makes me feel weird (sorry. Best way to describe it. I get like a zofran hangover), so I'll probably take a dramamine.

Except that requires movement!

Ah man.