In which I tell you about my day.
…what actually happened today is that I spent most of the day in bed, reading ebooks from Fictionwise, suffering bouts of awful Cramps From Hell™.
If I were to anthropomorphize my own guts, my uterus would be the biggest, meanest, pissed off-dest BITCH you ever met. And she would be punching me in the head for no apparent reason.
In other news, a tiny muscle on the inside of my right knee has been spasming for two hours now. FOR NO APPARENT REASON.
I’m going back to bed. I’m obviously a useless mess. Hurumph.
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If your uterus starred in an ABC sitcom, I’d totally watch it.
My tooth hurts. Hold me, biyatch.
*chuckle*
Dudette, just get the damn thing cut out. It’s defective. No reason to punish yourself with it. Call your aunt Sue and ask her.
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