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Jan. 20th, 2006 02:32 pmGod damn. I feel like a chicken with its head cut off today. Everyone wants something from me, and there's my own registration shit I still have to deal with, and I have to get everything ready for the new person coming in in a couple of weeks. Plus, the front desk guy is on vacation today, so everyone who wanders in looking for something goes to me immediately. I've had to get up twice to talk to someone since I started typing this entry. Sweet crap.
Plus... PLUS... my period will not start. REFUSES TO START. It is ridiculously late. And boy, am I ever sure that I'm not pregnant. Shen suggested Immaculate Conception, at which point we both had to laugh. As if God would choose ME out of all people. Wow.
I haven't missed a period due to stress since I was 19. But I can't find any other explanation. And I'm not even getting the pre-rag cramps that I usually do. I'll get these moments about two or three times a day where the pain is so bad it makes me double over, and then it's gone in a minute or two completely.
(Why is it that I always split my infinitives? I'm worse than Captain Kirk and his "to boldly go" crap. A future English teacher should not be splitting her infinitives in this manner. It's just WRONG.)
Lately, I feel like I'm just scraping by with everything. All I do gets done just under the wire, I'm barely making it, I'm waking up in the mornings and forcing myself to gogogogo until I can't go any more, and then I go to sleep so I can repeat the whole fucking process.
Well... I suppose I can relax when I die. There you go.
Plus... PLUS... my period will not start. REFUSES TO START. It is ridiculously late. And boy, am I ever sure that I'm not pregnant. Shen suggested Immaculate Conception, at which point we both had to laugh. As if God would choose ME out of all people. Wow.
I haven't missed a period due to stress since I was 19. But I can't find any other explanation. And I'm not even getting the pre-rag cramps that I usually do. I'll get these moments about two or three times a day where the pain is so bad it makes me double over, and then it's gone in a minute or two completely.
(Why is it that I always split my infinitives? I'm worse than Captain Kirk and his "to boldly go" crap. A future English teacher should not be splitting her infinitives in this manner. It's just WRONG.)
Lately, I feel like I'm just scraping by with everything. All I do gets done just under the wire, I'm barely making it, I'm waking up in the mornings and forcing myself to gogogogo until I can't go any more, and then I go to sleep so I can repeat the whole fucking process.
Well... I suppose I can relax when I die. There you go.
