This Sucks. . . .

Tomorrow is Drag Ball and I stupidly signed up to work the Hip Hop Party tonight AND DJ Drag Ball. I have two paper introductions to write, a presentation to prep, and 30 pages of epic poetry to read. And I have my period. I want to curl up and die. Plus, I can't drink for Drag Ball because I'll be working, and there will be no sex after because of my period. What's Drag Ball without sex and booze?
*sad Jica*