Pain... lots of pain...

Oh sweet Lord. I can't win for losing. Somehow I managed to get all my work done last night before 1 AM. I was proud of myself and pretty chipper... until I woke up in the morning with the almost most severe cramps I've ever had. I'm very "vocal" when I have cramps and am in pain. I moan, whimper, and occasionally scream blue bloody murder. Needless to say, not a fun day to be Fender. I even took Midol, but my caffeine tolerance is pretty high (I drink a two liter of soda every day. It takes a lot of caffeine to make a difference in my body chemistry), so it did little good and only lasted an hour before I nearly doubled over in pain after Japanese class.
Plus, I was so tired this morning (I got plenty of sleep, but it was raining in just the way I like it and wanted to stay in bed) that I screwed up my Japanese test. Michiko hasn't graded them yet but I know I didn't make an A. She said I could retake it if I didn't like my grade. I turned in my Victorian paper, which wasn't a big event or anything. Prof. Dewsnap won't even read them probably (or he'll grade them harshly; those are my two views on his character anyway). I turned in my Symposium notes and my long essay in Seminar. Yeah, in Seminar, Emily handed back our short essays from last week. I got an A-. I don't know how I feel about it. She said that no one made over an A-, but I hate making anything below an A; it's just my nature. Hmm.
I'm trying to do my Mathematics homework, and I'm almost done. I've done all my work on scratch paper, and it's hell trying to neatly copy it onto another sheet of paper. I'm taking forever! What's wrong with me? I can't get going right now. I should also be working on my second short essay for Seminar on Thursday, but I don't like any of the topics I was given to choose from. Sometimes I feel like I'm not smart enough to come up with my own ideas about topics in philosophy. I mean, in my long paper's first draft, I made a major discovery about Plato's teaching style... and I didn't even notice that I made it. Emily was praising me in my meeting with her because no one else picked up on the idea that I wrote about. I pretended that I intended to do so, but I had no idea that I had actually written something like that in the paper. I guess since tomorrow's my short day that I'll be working on the second short essay all afternoon tomorrow. Anything written above is probably a rambling mess because I'm tired. I hate you, uterus.
I think I'm going to take a shower and then finish my math homework. It will clean my head and let me relax for a few minutes.