May 1st, 2011. CD2.
I had Mountain Dew, Midol, and a bag of Baked Lays for dinner last night. Went to bed way too late after watching hours of DVR-ed soaps. Slept like absolute crap. Awakened from a dim sleep by cramping which rendered me immobile. Took more Midol. Curled up in the fetal position, wide awake and in pain, catching up on Tweets on my phone for about an hour before I felt I could get out of bed.
Opened the bedroom door to find both cats staring at me. Continued further into the house to find that they’d broken into the hall closet, somehow slicing open the bag of chicken jerky dog treats, and leaving a comically long trail of said treats throughout the house. The dog was more amused by this than was I.
I didn’t even bother temping this morning because I was fairly certain the thermometer would beep and then say, “Whoa bitch, you’re a hot mess.”
Just Stop Trying and It Will Happen... 