I was reminded today that I usually get my period on Valentine's Day. And here I thought I was developing the stomach flu that's been going around (well...my stomach did hurt last night; I know the difference between that and my uterus).

It's probably my hormones synching up with bloodflow, but I'm an emotional hurricane right now. Not depressed. Just all over the place.

At least my hair is nice and buzzed down again. It got warmer for a few days, but now it's getting cold once more. Fuckin' weather, make up your fuckin' mind!

The day my boy left, we biked to Bonaventure Cemetery from downtown. Never. Ever doing that again. Not when it's freezing cold outside, anyway; talk about an asthma trip.

It was worth it, though.

But time to put away the cramps, the whining, childish things and adultish things. Printmaking class in forty-five minutes. Wa-hoo! (Then work. Not wa-hoo.)