I worked eleven hours today.
I taught a knitting "class". (It was only one person.)
My neck hurts.
I am almost on my period. But I am not. So I feel like there is no excuse, which is worse.
Kyle had the nerve to ask me if I was going to cook for him. And it made me mad. That is how close to my period I am. That wouldn't bother me usually.
Conversation by the bed at 9am a couple of days ago:
"Did you take your pill last night?'
"I think so. You better check."
(Inspecting pill pack.)
"Yep, oh, look at that almost period time.... I think I will get my pillow and move to the other room."
Cynical laughter all around.
It's funny because it is true.
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