Y'know that little fear all women have during that time of the month? That fear of leaking and things showing through to your clothes?
Yeah. That happened twice today. Ruined a pair of panties and damn near ruined a pair of my work pants. Fucking biology.
Between that, the almost-passing-out at work, and the general feeling full of blah, I am having a hard time remembering why I don't hate life. Then I called Eric, and I remembered a bit. *sigh* Well, maybe God likes me a little.