14,205 Days Alive
7 Taquitos Eaten
2 More Ibuprofen Popped
1 Pouty Spockers
I am in so much pain today. I am over wrung. Not enough butter over too much bread. But at least I’ve managed to not sleep the day away today?
I’m getting run over by my cycle and am hating it. The lower back pain, uterine cramping feeling, the massively annoying occasional twinges from what I assume is my right ovary just being a jerk; I’m over it.
Nothing for it. Unless I have enough money to take an at least three week if not six week vacation from work to recover from having the damned thing removed, I’ll have to just suffer. I need to get into the gyno at some point here soon.
Tomorrow is Monday. I’m not ready. I might go to bed early tonight since I’ve been awake since half past six this morning. Thank you so much, whiny kitty boy for denying me a lie in.
I’m off to write some self-indulgent fanfic for a fandom not started by a transphobic twatwaffle. Specifically, for the 1986 cinematic masterpiece, Labyrinth.
Take your meds, folks.
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