So, for the record, a lot of this body analysis as it relates to BQ2K4, is for reference. If this isn’t The Month, then at least I have a pretty good documentation of what happens between ovulation and menstruation for me. Isn’t THAT romantic, creative and just WONDERFUL?

My physical status, as of this moment is Ugh. I’m hungry, kind of? But also tired, and I can’t nap, I tried. I also have a bit of a headache and my stomach feels — weird. I’ve eaten some graham crackers, but that doesn’t take away the tired.

Also, my parents are in town, and my mother really pissed me off by opening my closed (ON PURPOSE) bedroom door and claiming the pile of unfolded laundry on my bed made me look like “trailer trash.” To which I promptly got pissed, I mean, I CLOSED MY DOOR for a reason, thank GOD she didn’t open it and find a stash of kidnapped girls in blindfolds, or my new ass-ferret collection. And also, I asked her if she would share that comment with dave, since it’s not just MY house, but OUR house, but of COURSE she wouldn’t, I told her, because “that would be rude.” So don’t fucking be rude to me. It’s clean laundry, and I closed the door so she WOULDN’T make a comment. Ferfucksake.

As you can see, I am also irritable.

The plan was for them to drop off the bed (they bought a new bed, moved theirs to the guest/kate’s room, and we got kate’s old bed, which she got in her last year of high school and then only used on brief vacations, so while it’s ten years old, it’s been hardly used and it’s ooohhhh so comfy) and pick up their Snuggler chair, take it to the mountain, and come back to pick up mom’s best friend at the airport. Instead, though, my mom was too tired to go to the mountain, so we now have both the bed AND the chair in our garage. We’ll have to cut the boxspring to get it up, according to the previous owner, but I can’t wait to HAVE a boxspring. Our old mattress sits on the platform Dave built two years ago, but the boxpring will give us some extra support and altitude. Yay, altitude.

My parents are out shopping, and Dave is helping a friend with some wiring project (note: Dave is not an electrician, and this is not a simple surround-sound setup project, so I’m not sure exactly WHY he was summoned) and we are all planning on going to see Anchorman at 7:15.

I hope I can stay awake (or at least have a good nap!) til then.

Oh, and the other thing, when I was at the bookstore yesterday, I was walking down the stairs and had to slow down because my tits were achy as I stepped, and after i realized I had slowed down, and WHY, I totally called Amy. And, of course, i can’t remember any of my typical PMS signs at this point, I’ve been rendered hormonally retarded.

We’ll all know by Friday-ish, anyway.