My Uterus Is Out To Get Me

To all of my gentlemen readers, I apologize in advance. You may not want to read this. Instead of disappointing you, I am simply going to redirect you to a picture I made of an alpaca on a tardis. If you watch Doctor Who and are the least bit awesome (but let's face it, Doctor Who fans are always awesome), you will appreciate it. If you are not awesome, I have no idea what you're doing in this small corner of the web, but hey. 

Moving on.

Ladies... you know what I'm talking about here.

My uterus is out to get me.

I had a very shitty day today. I slept five hours, my morning started with an infuriating and embarrassing fiasco (which I will no doubt tell you about, but let's save that for another story, shall we), I had a 10 hour day at school, and I've been PMSing for about a week now, which just means I'm irritable, and I have inappropriate emotional reactions to just about everything.

Of course, I got home, fell asleep, woke up again around 11, and started to get cramps.

One. Week. Early.

So, after stomping around for quite a bit, and possibly terrifying my stepdad, I took some codeine and ate a lot of fudgeos.

And then I decided to blog about how my uterus is clearly out to get me.

Which led to the drawing of this beautiful picture, in which I am a beautiful specimen of human being.