Pevil Grumpy Pants

The last couple of weeks when I sleep, I sweat profusely. I cannot figure out why. It's as if I am having some sort of global warming going on in my body which cannot be described. I have recently started eating meat again here and there but even when being pseudo-vegetarian, fish was still consumed along with an occasional bacon breakdown. My stomach has been all jacked up too. Recently a breakfast of Eggs Benedict made my insides react in upheaval. Upheaval for Pevil. It's not pretty. Not sure if medical attention needs to be sought. Keep hoping it will pass. However waking up all night long in a pool of sweat is not ideal either. Thoughts of menopause keep running through my head. For the love of pete, could it really be the change as my mom would call it, already? It can't be. I am 35 years old. I will continue to hope it is a change in diet and perhaps some rather stressful times at work. Maybe it's time for the hormonal patch.

Not much sleep under my belt has created a grumpy self. I have really nothing to be grumpy about per say. Hm...let's see what should be making me happy: I had leftover kuchen for breakfast, got to spend the night with my wonderful girlfriend who completely rocks, my body appears to be functioning just fine other than the lack of ability to cool down when sleeping, it's a sunny day. All these things are very very good. Instead there is a feeling of impending doom and dread with every step I take. Pevil Grumpy Pants. It wouldn't be a very good children's program. Picture a mid-30's lesbian walking around with a scowl on her face ready to punch someone for no good reason. I wouldn't live under the ocean or anything fun like that. Probably under the freeway. You know the one, right on Chavez where 101 and 280 meet. Perhaps my mode of transportation would be a grocery cart stolen from Trader Joe's. I would haggle the hagglers. "Outta my way, I'm Pevil Grumpy Pants! Arrrrggghhhh!". My superpower would be to confuse straight men in their tracks. Is it a man, woman, or Pevil Grumpy Pants? Ok, maybe it isn't that bad but it is making me feel better to think about what it would look like. I highly suspect I will not be hearing from Nickelodeon to get Pevil Grumpy Pants on the airways.

With any luck this feeling of impending doom will leave me soon. What are my plans to alleviate this? 1) Ride my bike to a meeting. 2) Avoid chocolate/lots of sweets. 3) Get a good night's sleep. 4) Tell Miss B how much I love her. 5) Leave work early--it is a beautiful day! It's time to get out of my own frightening head and see what else is going on in the world.

P.S. Don't forget to watch the final debate between Kerry and Monkey Bush @6pm Wednesday, October 13th.