Right now I want to crawl under my quilt, hug my navel pig and feel sorry for myself. I'd also like someone to come and make me hot milk with lots of brown sugar. And then either read me a story or go away or both, at the same time.
I hate this. Around 5 days before the time of the month comes around until it ends I am completely fucked up.
Would I normally be close to bursting into tears because I missed a bus because of demonstrants blocking the street?
Would I normally feel disappointed and let down by people for no good reason?
Would I normally yell out of the window to scare the skate boarders away? Hell yes I would. There is a big park nearby. They can go there.
Nurofen gets rid of the physical pain, but for the rest, I can only tough it out. Distraction works, sometimes. As long as it isn't annoying or exhausting.
And yeah, I have homework for Tuesday and Wednesday. And other work, too. I'll do some of it tomorrow.
10:21 p.m. - 2003-10-19
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