Today's goals are not to watch the Olympics and to avoid bursting into tears or killing anyone. Herne, I wish my damn period would come already. I'll take the migraine and cramps over the mood swings, thanks.
I'm not sure if the prospect of episodes 4.12 and 4.13 of Doctor Who will be enough to get me through the day. I might have to resort to dark chocolate as well. At least I managed to walk from Lawrence Station yesterday and skip the chocolate. Surely that should count for something.