windreader less stressed

Realization and Explanation

PMS PMS PMS
I got my period in the middle of fucking bio lab this morning and I still want to kill someone. I'm chocolate-hungry and angry and tense and violent. And I thought to myself last night, whilst taking a shower, "hmn, maybe those are cramps, I should probably pack tampons." And did I? NO! Because I'm a fucking genius. Three standard deviations out can't pack tampons.

Fuck.

So my lunch has included: mad dash to bathroom, mad dash to pharmacy, mad dash to bathroom, inhalation of my lunch (which had some chocolate, so yay to that), and now a little time spent online to bitch and moan and bitch and moan and perhaps feel better for letting it out.

I hate having a partner in bio lab. It slows things down. Painfully so. Fuck having bio lab partners. Just fuck it.

Okay, I'm going to go crash-course through chem lab and maybe (just MAYBE!) get a chance to swim after lab and before the pool closes. It could happen, you never know.

And I get to be helpful this evening and fetch my brother from his carpool. Yay for being helpful. Yay for the color purple. It's getting on towards thanksgiving, I tend to do "yay for" things around that time.