December 06, 2002 :: 12:28 a.m.
tardiness is the 8th deadly sin
Oh, I am tired tired tired beyond the shadow of a reasonable doubt. Sucks. BUT... everything's done. All of my Anthro papers are finally done, and you have NO idea how much better I feel now. If only class were more than 7 1/2 hours away... but alas. Now if only my period would show its bloody little face, all would be pretty damn well. It's being all weird and I am not pleased. I swear to god I saw blood on Monday, but since then there's been nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Now, I know I've said on many occasions that I hate my period with a passion and fury equal only to that with which I hate hunters and... well... most other people... but that's not entirely true. I hate it while it because it's gross and painful and prevents me from having sex for about a week out of every month, but I absolutely love it because it's a sure sign of NO BABIES. And right now I would like a very clear indicator of that, thank you. So if anyone knows how to get in touch with the Menstruation Fairy, tell her to pop in and visit me tonight.
Hrm. I have more to say, but not enough energy to type it out. I'm making all sorts of typos and spelling errors, too, which is a definite sign of sleep deprivation. I'll write a longer entry tomorrow, I promise.
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