A-hem…mimimimimi…

OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…….

I could while away the hours, destroying pretty flowers
thinking ’bout the rain…
While my boobs are sorely aching,
and my family’s likely quaking
It’s PMS time again!

My uterus is cramping, my napkins quickly dampening
my head is full of pain…
With the angst I am feeling,
you prob’bly should be kneeling,
It’s PMS time again!

Ohhhh, IIIIIIII could tell you why, PMS is. Such. A. Bore.
And IIIIII could think of things I never thunk before
And then I’d think, wow! My twat is sore!

I have to go a-shoppin’, as my period’s a-hoppin
I’m all out o’supplies
I will terrify the shoppers with my cart all full of Whoppers
and Charmin double-sized!

(sung to the tune of If I Only Had A Brain)

Moment to moment, how busy we are

in this moment I am:
studying for my upcoming anatomy test.
processing some emotional stuff.
wondering about dinner.
feeling kind of low.
wishing there was such a thing as a magical UN-COMPLICATE button.
staving off a headache.
thinking about warm socks and how unreservedly good they are.
missing my kidlet.
deciding what to do about it, after all.
acting on impulse.
blowing my nose.
dreading tomorrow.
scritching the kitty between her ears.
having second thoughts.
planning for the future.
being and being and being.