Red.

Yesterday was blood day, or more precisely, this was blood night. Ha. It seems somehow fitting that I'd dream of death-- a litter of six or seven baby rats dying, a plan in a university to end civilisation (it involved a computer and a bunch of skulking around and was actually quite fun-- also a redo of a dream I'd had previously).

Stayed home from karaoke and slept last night, which was good-- I realise I'm always tired around my period, and that makes a certain amount of sense given the intensity of them lately. 'Least they're over fast.

Today's a short day at work, so I have time this morning to make and eat breakfast, to make myself something warm to drink, to poke around on the computer for a few minutes-- good things. I'm glad I have times like this to balance my oh-so-busy periods.

Excitingly, we have a fridge now. I feel like baking rather than cooking, but oh, well.