After a long week of chores and not-wanting to do them, and procrastination, is there anything sweeter than giving in to the desire to bring home a big bucket of chicken and eat damn near the whole thing? Too much that should be done. Not nearly enough motivation to do it. Story of our times.

Has this really changed all that much since our grandparents’ day? Doubtful. Chores are one of the inevitable events of our lives along with death and taxes. One would think that the available resources to cope with this had come around in order to compensate. Not so. We’re stuck with the same challenges, and the techonology that was supposed to come up to help us deal with it has only moved the time crunch around.

The doctor says that no it’s not just in my head, but that the female shit that’s been keeping me all hormonal and weepy and non-cycling doesn’t sound that serious. He’s jumpstarting my hormones again. Of course, NOW the damn medical professionals have decided to listen to me about this. We compromised. Since there are no complications at this time, we’re just going to do the course of provera and leave it at that.

I REALLY hate my feminity at times. The rest of the time? Love it.