Frantic claims

Right now it feels like my noveling attempts may have fallen over the fact that I am too tired and do not feel like and cannot and... suchlike.

And yes, this is pretty much all I have to say currently, no more words to be forced out.

EDIT: Well, maybe that was a little melodramatic, but fuck I'm tired and my head feels like lead (being pounded with a hammer) and I feel nauseous and generally want to die. Also, I think all of this is because of the little brain chemicals running around in circles in my head. This happens every damn month. I'm so fucking over it - why do I have to go through this shit all the time, ehhhh?

EDIT 2: Now there's coffee in the same room with me and I've considerably calmed down. Damn. Still don't feel particularly positive about the whole noveling thing...