It's a good thing I didn't have to go to that job today ...

... because I finally got my period and OW OW OW OW OW.

Yeah, that's about the most coherent statement on the matter I can make. I have a feeling today will be a day of swilling enormous amounts of hot tea while watching Blackadder and doing my very best not to move or anything.

Let the napping interrupted by occasional grumbles and comfort food commence!

*sigh* So ...

I start work on Monday at one in the afternoon.

I have to wear nice black pants and they'll give me a new shirt and a blazer when I get there, and they're paying eight bucks an hour. Which still means I can file for partials, I suppose, at least for a while. I'm still not bouncing around the place with happiness about the job itself, but I think that's less about me being picky and more about me just being hormonal and feeling like crap.

I may have gotten a little irritated before about ... uh, hell if I know, and I kinda snapped at my mom on the phone. Probably because my mom mentioned the fact that I'd probably have to get a part-time job, and I'm so stressed out I really don't want to think about that right now, so ... yeah.

Ugh, I'm in a bad mood today. I think I need to bake something. Or maybe just stop at the batter and/or dough stage and eat unlike I get sick.

I have a candy. Correction ... I have many, MANY candies.

I wanted to make myself feel better, and all it took was one quick trip to Dollar General and now I've got a plastic cauldron filled with Halloween candy and it's all mine, mine, miiiiiine.

I don't care that I don't give out Halloween candy at my house. I just need sugar readily available at all hours. Mmm-hmm.

Mmm, Tootsie rolls.