Women go through a rather painful and messy process once a month - it's a part of the monthly cycle that some say is in sync with the cycles of the moon. (I really don't think it is.) I am going through it right now and it's the WORST yet. For serious, it feels as though my uterus is attempting to claw its way out of my lower abdomen.
In other news, break is going excessively well. My family is getting along (probably because Sierra lives in Williamsport now and Stefan and Sawyer no longer share a room), my job is fun (and cinnamony), and I may keep this cunning little wedding ring - it serves a very, very useful purpose. It could really come in handy at Cracker Barrel, for the more irritating tables of single men I get.
My cat loves me again, but that may change if I become an RA at Mary Baldwin for this coming semester. I should know by this coming week if that is the case - if it is, Emmeline will stay here with Mom and Dad (they're not too unhappy about that, because they think she's cute), and I'll go to live in a dorm. Again. Ah well. If I can save enough money this semester, I'll be able to afford rent this summer assuming I go to work at Williamsburg.
And now I'm going to curl up in a ball of outraged hormones so I can watch Tin Man and eat something hot and nourishing.
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