...mrrph... Wake me when menopause gets here.

[lyssie]

I apparently am entitled to one Day of Hell every few weeks.

Today was it.

I worked midnight - 8am, drove home (whee, watch Lyss dodge the bumper cars) half asleep. Hopped online 'cause I needed winding down (I get REALLY hypersensitive, for some reason. The least little tickle can keep me awake. Fucking annoying, really)

Went to bed.

Got up after 4 hours. Had to drive sis to work, but wasn't sure what time.

So. Snoozed in the living room for an hour, then drove her.

Came home.

Mucked about for a little bit, ate. Had to leave for work early to get gas on the way.

Now. A quit piece of background: about a week ago, I got this bright purple zipper bag (probably for makeup). I've been storing M&Ms and Skittles in it. Chocolate fixes are a must.

I'd left the bag by the computer a lot, and kept forgetting to take it to work.

So. This afternoon, I stand up, reach for the bag... And forget it's not zipped closed.

I almost cried. M&Ms and Skittles scattered all over the floor and under the computer table. My beautiful, precious chocolate, GONE.

I left a note on the board that I'd clean it up when I got home from work.

Got to work fine.

There was shit on tv.

And. Wonder of wonders, about 7ish, my day-long nausea turned into a nasty case of cramps.

Which lasted all evening, and are still hanging around.

I also found something out this evening. The new guy is leaving for fall semester on Monday.

Which means I'm back on 7 days a week.

I want a new life.

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