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Aug. 21st, 2002 02:42 amWell, The painters came in today, and I can't find enough paracetamol in the house to keep them from making me hunch over in pain. A hot watetr bottle on me means I have to wear something in bed. I hate that. Want to curl up and die. They've been REALLY bad recently. Ever since I started taking three months of the pill all at once. Now there's no point in the pill (sure as hell wish there was!) and I'm still getting the pains from hell.
Situation 1 hasn't been online all day, so I haven't had the chance to rip a strip from them. Sure as hell wish I could stay angry. I'll be calm as anything tomorrow, I know this. I'm far too fucking forgiving!
And finally, thanks to Gazlet... the Mofettettes
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