I admit that I was happy last night when I realized that some of my "crazy" symptoms were probably just PMS. I wandered through Macey's reciting the first few lines of a poem another chick workshopped in my 319 class: "It's a relief when the blood comes." Can't remember the rest of it, except a comparison to crayon scribblings.
Today my legs have cramped up, I'm heavily drugged, and I seriously contemplated writing a post that consisted of one word repeated over and bloody over again, which I'll refrain from for the sake of my soul.
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Ah yes, the monthly insanity. I remember that. I cannot tell you how often I've thought I was going crazy only to realize the next day that it was just PMS. You'd think something that has been happening on a fairly regular basis each month of my life for the last 14 years would be memorable. I'm just glad Master Fob stuck around after my major sobbing breakdown at Smiths while we were dating. It's a good thing he has sisters.
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