I'm pretty sure that today is evil. I was running late this morning. My exam in ART 105, while I feel good about it, was still an exam. I got into a stupid debate about health care with a friend who basically tried to make me feel like an insincere Republican for not being thrilled about it. I've forgotten all my tampons at home so, at some point, I'll be bleeding all over myself.
I just want to collect my salad of field greens, turkey, home-made croutons and Greek dressing with extra virgin olive oil and real chunks of feta cheese and go home. (I would also bring my Greek yogurt. Even if it is Yoplait, which I had to buy instead of Chobani because Kroger was out.) I want to curl up in a little ball on my bed, heating pad strapped to my lower abdomen, toss in Steel Magnolias, and bawl until I feel better. I hate being menstrual. HATE.
I really need someone to hug me and make me laugh right now. And, a little less drama couldn't hurt either. Though, in this case, I can't help feeling that my level of hormones isn't the arbiter of some of this drama.
I just keep thinking, "Please don't freak out or cry today. Please don't freak out or cry today. Please don't freak out or cry today." Maybe making it a mantra will help...
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