I have a nauseous pit in my stomach. The kind I used to get when I was nervous about performing in a school play or feeling stressed about studying. Now I just get it because there aren’t enough hours in a day and I spend my time running all over the freezing cold city. I’m feeling a little down too. But this, this I’m blaming entirely on the pill.

So, when does March start looking like a lamb?

I’ve been neglecting yoga and all other forms of healthy living. Not the best thing I could be doing for my body or my mind at this point, but life is full of rejection. Last night I was going to set my alarm for a 6:45AM yoga class when A. convinced me tht 6:45 was not only too early, but also too cold. Still, I had to pee like nobody’s business this morning, and when I got out of bed it was pretty bright outside. I was convinced that it had to be close to 8:00, but when I looked at my clock it read 6:17. I contemplated the hidden meaning behind waking up just in time for yoga, and after 3 minutes of trying to convince myself that it wasn’t worth it, I got my big butt out of bed and ran to the class.

I knew I’d feel good about it later, but really, now, I’m not feeling so good. I just want to get back into bed. So much for feeling better for long. I think I have an ulcer. Okay, not really, but I feel like I should be getting one with all the stress I’m creating around my life. Things are great. That’s the most important message I can get across. But they (things) are also busy, demanding and ridiculous at the same time.

I’m still bleeding, but at least I’m not cramping. I just wish the dumb blood would stop leaving my body when it’s not supposed to. At least it’s not too heavy, because then I’d think I was hemorrhaging and that would be bad. Or at least worse than just a light, annoying, pill induced flow. How does one become a hypochondriac anyway? And why are Jews always thought of as being the biggest ones?

I don’t even know why I write somedays. I mean I haven’t really said anything, but still I have to say something. Well, actually there’s a lot more to say, but I’m just not in the mood to say it. “Say” La Vie. (Yes, I know it’s c’est, but I’m punny like that)…