I Don't Have A Prayer
Please... someone either shoot me or give me painkillers. I'd really rather have the later, but am almost serious about submitting to the first at this point in time. Because it hurts, damnit all, and I'm not liking it very much.
Alright, my theories on why I am in pain:
A.) I'm coming down with some sickness I haven't gone through before
B.) I'm cramping in VERY unnatural ways
C.) I took too many iron pills over the past five or six days and they are now chewing holes in my system (unlikely, I'm pretty sure I'd know if I'd done that by now. Unless, of course, I took the pills when I was on my sleeping ones, in which case I wouldn't rememer.) But still unlikely to the extreme
D.) Some freaked combination of all of the above or something else that I haven't taken into consideration.
Randomness - gonna go out on the breakwall thing with Ashley sometime before winter actually kicks in. Been meaning to go out there since last semester, actually.
My suite is now addicted to RENT instead of Wicked.
Stonehouse (my candidate, the one I worked for all semester) did not win city commisoner. I was not a very happy Katie.
Granholm did win Govenor, which made me very happy indeed.
As did Stupek and Stabenow winning; along with the fact that the Democrats are going to take control of the House of Representatives and have the first female Speaker of the House ever. Yay!
The fact that who is in control of the Senate has not yet been decided upsets me, and I'm half tempted to stay up until it's resolved.
But I have an advisor meeting at nine in the morning across campus, so I should probably drag my little, in-pain self up on my loft so that I can lay still and hope that it all stops so that I can sleep instead of whimper. So much easier to pretend that the pain doesn't exist when I'm not alone, because then someone's there and I don't want them to see me wince as much or whimper or anything. Yeah.
Alright, my theories on why I am in pain:
A.) I'm coming down with some sickness I haven't gone through before
B.) I'm cramping in VERY unnatural ways
C.) I took too many iron pills over the past five or six days and they are now chewing holes in my system (unlikely, I'm pretty sure I'd know if I'd done that by now. Unless, of course, I took the pills when I was on my sleeping ones, in which case I wouldn't rememer.) But still unlikely to the extreme
D.) Some freaked combination of all of the above or something else that I haven't taken into consideration.
Randomness - gonna go out on the breakwall thing with Ashley sometime before winter actually kicks in. Been meaning to go out there since last semester, actually.
My suite is now addicted to RENT instead of Wicked.
Stonehouse (my candidate, the one I worked for all semester) did not win city commisoner. I was not a very happy Katie.
Granholm did win Govenor, which made me very happy indeed.
As did Stupek and Stabenow winning; along with the fact that the Democrats are going to take control of the House of Representatives and have the first female Speaker of the House ever. Yay!
The fact that who is in control of the Senate has not yet been decided upsets me, and I'm half tempted to stay up until it's resolved.
But I have an advisor meeting at nine in the morning across campus, so I should probably drag my little, in-pain self up on my loft so that I can lay still and hope that it all stops so that I can sleep instead of whimper. So much easier to pretend that the pain doesn't exist when I'm not alone, because then someone's there and I don't want them to see me wince as much or whimper or anything. Yeah.