Jun. 5th, 2001
Behold the power of Hormones
Jun. 5th, 2001 09:33 pmI can't believe I just did that.
I feel like such a cliche.
I'm never exactly happy during the monthly visitor's stay, but it's more the initial discomfort and the sheer bother of having to deal with menstruation than any real pain or bloating. I pretty much lucked out in the period lottery.
But this...
I got home, curled up on the couch and consumed a half pint of ice cream. Dinner was the easiest thing in the freezer, followed by a careful scrutiny of my shelves, and then I consumed a book and the rest of the pint of ice cream.
I think my only saving grace was that said book was not one of the penny-dreadful romances I have hiding in a box in my basement, nor a printout of some hot and steamy slash, but was Path of the Fury by David Weber.
Although now that I'm done with the ice cream I think I might just have to find something hot and steamy just before bed.
current mood: There is no single accurate mood. I'm amused and slightly embarrassed with myself, and, as usual, annoyed with the reality of needing to deal with my period.
I feel like such a cliche.
I'm never exactly happy during the monthly visitor's stay, but it's more the initial discomfort and the sheer bother of having to deal with menstruation than any real pain or bloating. I pretty much lucked out in the period lottery.
But this...
I got home, curled up on the couch and consumed a half pint of ice cream. Dinner was the easiest thing in the freezer, followed by a careful scrutiny of my shelves, and then I consumed a book and the rest of the pint of ice cream.
I think my only saving grace was that said book was not one of the penny-dreadful romances I have hiding in a box in my basement, nor a printout of some hot and steamy slash, but was Path of the Fury by David Weber.
Although now that I'm done with the ice cream I think I might just have to find something hot and steamy just before bed.
current mood: There is no single accurate mood. I'm amused and slightly embarrassed with myself, and, as usual, annoyed with the reality of needing to deal with my period.