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Sep 28, 2009 00:31

So I received my monthly confirmation from my body that I am not, after all, pregnant, which was not a surprise to me. This time I got ibuprofen pills from Nathan ahead of time so I didn't have to writhe around in agony in my bed for hours and then knock on their door at four in the morning nearly in tears.

Nathan is the supplier of ibuprofen in the house. He has migraines often, so his mother got him a whole lot of boxes of ibuprofen for his birthday. She got him much more than he ever hopes to use. Apparently they cause ulcers. So we've been helping him consume them.

My boyfriend's been having a terrible toothache, so he's been taking Nathan's ibuprofen too. We asked Po what would happen if you take 10 ibuprofen, and he said internal bleeding. So none of us has taken that many.

Some god or something has been hating on my fingers lately. I have this Andy Warhol pin on my backpack zipper, and the other day I was yanking the thing shut, and the pin opened and then slit my right thumb open. ("Andy Warhol bit my finger.") Then I got a paper cut on my right index finger, another paper cut on my right thumb, and then when I was taking the plastic cap off of a cup at starbucks, I cut my right finger too. I think I should clarify that ALL OF THESE CUTS WERE ACCIDENTAL. Any cut or burn to which my body is subject, is ACCIDENTAL. I don't need to be scolded.
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