Ug. I must have synched with the moon, because it feels like it's my time of the month. I feel like someone with pointy cowboy boots is nudging me in my right side just above my pevlic bone. When I don't feel hungry, I feel kind of bloated; and I want to apogize to everyone in advance for what I'm going to call "my effervescence." On the up side, I don't have a fever, so it's probably not the flu.