Today sucks just a lil' bit. First of all, I have my stupid, useless, don't-need-it-so-time-to-make-it-stop! quarterly period right now. I hate it. Always have, always will. It's DUMB.
I know I sound like a child about it, but just...it's so unneccessary when it comes to me, seeing as I don't ever, ever, ever, EVER want to have children, that it drives me crazy that I still have to get it even just 4 times a year. My options for stopping it permanently are shitty, so I just have to wait around until my body decides it's menopause time, and God knows when that will happen! Probably, with my luck and karma, I'll have happy ready-to-reproduce organs that will keep on ticking till age 75! ::sigh::
*whispers to lady parts* Please don't keep on ticking till age 75. Please.
So today sucks for that. And then there was the whole stepping in dog shit in the bathroom this morning when I got up to go to the gym at 4:25 a.m. And then not noticing I'd done it, due to the sleep haze I was in, and tracking it all over with me until I saw what had happened about 30 seconds later. THAT was fun.
And now...NOW my body wants chocolate*. But my brain wants me to resist that urge because it knows that I don't need the chocolate. But then another, more evil part of my brain says, "Well, come on now. When was the last time you even HAD chocolate?" And the non-evil, more reasonable part of the brain says, "Last Saturday. Dumbass." And the evil part says, "Yeah, but did you have your period last Saturday? I THINK NOT. Eat the chocolate...enjoyyyy the chocolate...roll around in the chocolate and tell it you loooove iiiiiit..." And while the more reasonable side of the brain does not think that rolling around and talking to chocolate in the office is such a good idea, it's starting to side with the evil side that says to just go buy some already!
Do men know how fucking lucky they are? DO THEY? I sure hope so.
*This is completely and totally unrelated to the stepping-in-shit issue from this morning, btw. Stepping in Jake's shit did NOT make me want chocolate. Not at all. In fact, I couldn't eat for a good 2 hours after I'd finished cleaning up. And I'd already been up for 4 hours and had a strenuous workout by that time! So, yeah. The chocolate thing and the shit thing are two totally unrelated parts of my day.