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I have cramps. Being a girl sucks.
Also, I hate my job. It's entirely possible that the cramps are related to me hating my job at the moment. I didn't hate it yesterday. I wasn't crazy about it, but I didn't completely loathe it.
Oh, and I went to renew my library card, and discovered I had $22.60 in fines. Boo, hiss!
But I have chocolate, so maybe this evening is looking up. And Young Miss Weaver has decided to forgive me for grabbing her and forcing her into her carrier, then taking her to That Place, where the veterinary ophthalmologist scared her out of her wits. She sulked all yesterday afternoon and evening after our return.
Also, I hate my job. It's entirely possible that the cramps are related to me hating my job at the moment. I didn't hate it yesterday. I wasn't crazy about it, but I didn't completely loathe it.
Oh, and I went to renew my library card, and discovered I had $22.60 in fines. Boo, hiss!
But I have chocolate, so maybe this evening is looking up. And Young Miss Weaver has decided to forgive me for grabbing her and forcing her into her carrier, then taking her to That Place, where the veterinary ophthalmologist scared her out of her wits. She sulked all yesterday afternoon and evening after our return.
