fine, thank you.

Let me just 'splain something here. PMS? It stands for

*Probably you should bring me chocolate right now.

*Mister, I am a delicate flower.

*Shaddup you don't want to argue with me.

I have nothing nice to say, and plenty of stuff that's not nice at all, so I am going to take some universal advice and NOT SAY ANYTHING much.

But if you are in the area, you can bring me some chocolate, a foot rub, a back rub, WITHOUT A HAPPY ENDING. in fact, I am not speaking to any men at all, see above advice about not saying anything if it ain't nice and stuff.

If you are a small boy, go away. Go to bed or something. There is peanut butter, and bread. In the cupboard. Goodbye.

I have a headache, because being on the pill gives me headaches. Not being on the pill gives me babies. Dang.

I am very tired, from spending more time than I should have being on the road all over the island at the worst possible times of day. It was one meeeelion degrees outside, and lucky me I was out in it. Lots. At football practice, I tried to slouch in a shady spot and glower at people but Vicky made me get up and walk around the field because "It will do you good!" I made her walk slowly. It probably did me good.

Suffering builds character, after all.

I have fucking character up to HERE right now.

Thank goodness today is over.