Not that anyone would care
The following post is TMI and way too personal. I recommend anyone with any sense to not only not read it, but to not follow this blog.
That said, I was in the shower just before 5 a.m. since that’s when I start working on Mondays. And out of nowhere, the place looked like the shower scene in Psycho.
(Period-watch has officially ended. And I have no words for the mass of mess that I was chasing down the drain with Scrubbing Bubbles. Like, I’m pretty sure my entire uterus fell out, tissue and all.)
I feel absolutely hideous today. Tired, weak and just Not in the Damn Mood.
Alas, I got my ass dressed and drove into work. (Because, dreams about them murdering your family if you don’t come from somewhere.)
In the 25-minute drive I probably lost about a quart of blood. I managed to find a bathroom not under construction. At least the toilet’s working, unlike the one at home. (Thanks, useless landlord.)
So, yeah. This ought to be a great day.