My uterus hurts a lot.

Of course the first song I search for on the Beats app isn't in there.

Buffy letting Angel feed off of her on the eve of the ascension was incredibly selfish, and man I can't stand her.

It seems impossible to fold myself up as tightly as I seem to need to stop this infernal cramping.

I don't want to get a tooth extracted, but I don't have a choice.

I have a hard time watching the first part of Paul Blart because he is so awkward and it makes me feel uncomfortable.

My left tonsil can't figure out if it is sick or healthy, and it is terribly annoying.

I took Monday off from work so I can continue letting my muscles heal.

THE VICODIN IS WEARING OFF.

My hubby is bringing a pizza home for a late dinner.