...blue birds flitting around my head, wispering sweet nothings into my lovely pink seashell of an ear?
Me neither.
I woke up, sorta on time, if by on time, you mean, when Marilou knocked on the front door to drop off Question Man. Nothing screams WHITE TRASH like standing on your front porch, smoking with a friend, at 7:20 in the morning, while wearing a purple shirt, with a ratty (but, gogs, so damn comfy) black sweater, and pink and black Nightmare Before Christmas PJ pants. Watch out neighbors, don't piss me off, or this little freak show could show up on YOUR porch one morning.
My period arrived yesterday, with nary a whisper of discomfort, no cramps that feel more like a vise grip around my mid-section, with shooting pains down my legs. I though to myself, "Self, perhaps the universe is aware that you have absoltely no time to sit on the couch with a heating pad, eating motrin like they're bonbons".
Instead, it just decided to mindfuck me. 1800mg of motrin later, I can stand up straight. Kinda. It rained last night, all over my wooden backdrop for the fair this weekend, so I can't paint it today, becuase I'm the dumbass that didn't take it back into the garage yesterday.
I'd like some cheese with my whine, thank you very much.
drreid-blockston@cavtel.net
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