I'm about to talk about icky girl things involving bodily fluids, so any guys who really don't want to know this stuff, skip it.

They gone? Good.
I'm bleeding like a stuck pig.

I started my time on Monday, which was an interesting reaction to the birth, I thought. Was it a confirmation of my own fertility or was it my body going "nyah nyah, you're not pregnant!"

Anyway, my period tends to last three days and really be almost done after about 48 hours, and here it is Thursday, and I'm still hemorrhaging like it's day one! I'm like, alright, I've got the point (fertility or not pregnant, either one) you can stop now!

And while I'm on the subject, let me put in my little plug for Aleve. It's the magical cramp drug, swear to God--everyone I've turned on to it is very very grateful. I'm an evangelist for Aleve!

If you skipped down, trust me, you're probably a good deal happier than those that didn't.

So I broke in my new credit card yesterday.
I was planning on breaking it in with my domain, but when I registered on Tuesday they didn't even ask for the number, so I thought I might as well buy stuff.

I went to Amazon.com and emptied out my shopping cart at last, buying approximately ten million books (that's not true. It wasn't any more than six million) but it wasn't that expensive, because most of them were "hard to find" so I won't have to pay for them until they find them, if they ever do, and a whole bunch of the ones that I got were these children's books that I never owned, but got from the library all the time when I was a kid, and they were only around $4 each!

Then I went to CDNow and got five cds (and let me make it perfectly clear that I blame Diane Patterson entirely for the fact that I was suddenly overwhelmed with disgust for my old copies of Les Miz and Chess that I taped off of Kathy Koppett's record albums around ten years ago). Got me a Squirrel Nut Zippers album, too, whom I hadn't ever heard before (though I had heard of them, of course), until I listened to the mix tape that Adam sent me for my little tape exchange.

This weekend I'm going to at last replace my busted bedroom TV (it broke around a year ago), and I'm going to treat myself to a ticket to the new production of Cabaret on Broadway, and then I'm going to stop. I still need to get a Zip Drive and a palmtop, but I don't need to get everything all in one day.

Years ago, I used to feel that the weekend was over as soon as I woke up Sunday morning. Recently I have begun to think that the weekend is over on Friday nights. Yesterday I was thinking about how much stuff I have to do this weekend, and then I'd have to go back to work on Monday and I was all sad for a little minute, and then I realized that I had created a new world's record for thinking that the weekend is over.

You really can't mourn a weekend any earlier than Wednesday evening.

There are a bunch of just out of college people interviewing for a job in the Human Resources department, and every single one of them comes in whispering.

And it's not my deafness--Mia has complained about it, too.
I think it's because the new office is so beautiful--at one look, it paralyses them with fear and wonder, and can no longer speak in an audible tone of voice.

Didn't used to be like that in the old crappy-looking office, let me tell you!

One year ago today:
"Does The Mighty Kymm have a staple remover?"

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