the sparkly relaxation i feel when i've romped has worn off unusually quickly to be replaced by prickly sensations of dread, stress, grr-frustration and general ovarial displeasure.
my period is back. what. the. hell.
it just went away last week! in fact, it seemed to disappear exactly when i was making plans to call B-- (previously known as WetNacho.) it was as if my uterus was squealing, 'hey, girls! we're about to have company! clean up!'
but now that company has eaten all the chips, said goodnight and called a cab, the girls feel it's all right to muck about the place again.
i'm not having it.
well, ok. i am. because if i try to not have it and go on the pill, the hormones will kill me and give me a stroke. (not in that particular order.)
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