Lamb to the slaughter

Tomorrow I have to go for the official picnic and I just don't feel like it. The prime reason being the sheer brain-deadness of it and the secondary reason being my monthly cycle being as regular as spam - wholly unavoidable, unwelcome, irritating and making me feel grumpy and irritable. Yeah, I'm bleeding like a slaughtered pig and I so hate it and the drive to the venue takes five hours. I am sad already.