So yesterday, after getting up early and doing my taxes at last, I was walking to the bus stop to go into work, when I suddenly got my period with such Force and Vigor that I called in sick, turned around and went home.

It hasn't been like that in quite awhile, where the cramps literally bring you to your knees, but I had no intention of spending the day all cheese-faced and moaning in the lobby. And I'm pretty certain that the people that I work with are equally glad I stayed home.

Another bonus, I didn't have to face the Big Boss after being such a complete ninny the day before. Score!

I spent the day resting and holding my tummy and watching Sex and the City and Family Plots and emailing back and forth with Mark all day instead of learning my lines. I am supposed to be off-book on Saturday, but I have a feeling that might not actually happen, what with my not actually having learned a single line yet.

I'll have them by opening night. Probably.

Then I had to go in to perform in the show that I'm currently doing.

My tummy was feeling better as I went in, though the van was so bouncy that it started hurting again, but by the time I got onstage, it was fine. Amazing how that works. Of course, I don't think it would work with a brain aneurism or burst appendix, but the smaller aches and pains are chased away by the adrenalin of performance.

Or, in this case, of the adrenalin of having and audience of more than 5 people and getting some laughs! I'll take what I can get at this point, frankly.

Today's horoscope:
Finally, relief is on the way, courtesy of the full Moon -- which is good for a lot more than just inspiring yet another romantic whisper. Not that romantic whispers aren't wonderful -- but the solution to a financial problem will be even better.

One year ago today:
The kids had come home from school and exploded like volcanos at the sight of me. That never grows old, it really doesn't.

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