Friday,
February 6, 2004
OOOOOOOOHMYGod that is so much better
Guys, you might want to wander off and read something else, check out the Sports Illustrated site, whatever, because I'm gonna pony up with yet another Girl Stuff(TM) entry and you know how you react to those.
Yeah, okay, see you tomorrow.
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All gone? Good. Okay, have you ever had one of those premenstrual times when you feel like your body has retained an entire Great Lake, you look 9 months pregnant, your fingers have turned into sausages and your ankles into inner tubes, your chest hurts from pumping all this damn fluid around an already saturated body, your back hurts because it doesn't like you any more than your reproductive organs do, you can't sleep and you're depressed AND homicidal?
Yeah, that was January for me -- stupid frigging malfunctioning uterus.
However, the angels sang this morning and the crimson tide began to flow, and oh, I think I've urinated about three pounds of water and voided every solid in my digestive tract in the last 12 hours or so. Whee! But seriously, I can see my ankles again, I don't feel like everything's shit and nothing is ever going to go right for me ever again, neener neener yaboosucks, nothing hurts apart from some minor cramps and a residual ache due to erm, enthusiastic elimination, I'm looking forward to sleeping tonight instead of dreading another evening of staring at the ceiling fan while the alarm clock slowly ticks over the minutes, and I may even wander around some stores tomorrow and do some window shopping (no buying -- won't have any money until Monday -- but I can browse with the best of them).
In fact, I've even decided to give myself a treat -- once the contract work is finished and off to the customer, I'm going to break out one of the dollhouse kits I've been storing in my closet and put it together (probably the small one -- I want to turn that into a SpecFic bookstore). When I want to work with my hands again, you know I'm feeling better.
BOOyah.