Jeez, this is so not the evening i'd planned. I'd carefully bought chocolate, the installment of the Dr Who dvd with my favourite episode and the first bit of a two-parter that got lost when i asked my dad to record it, and some knitting that has an intended target for once. Then period hormones and a selection of irritations fuck that plan up. I might still try to go ahead with it regardless. worst comes to worst i could make up some slashfic to cheer myself up...

I have PMS and writer's block and stress-related snack cravings. I'm trying not to panic. I will be healthier and get less shit if i keep off the random food. Work-wise, i've done way more dissertation than most people, so i don't know why i'm worrying about that. This time last year i had hardly any typed goodness, this year i've got three out of four chapters typed up, two of those could be handed in as they are if strictly necessary, and i have another two and a half months to finish it in. I guess i'm always going to worry.