Le Sigh

It seems like the stretch between February and the end of May is always the hardest part of the year for me. It's being exacerbated now by some of the side-effects of coming off the BC pill (moodswings, cramps, bloating, headaches, freaking BREAST TENDERNESS, which I've never had before, and no before you ask I'm not pregnant).

John is in Berkeley right now checking out the law school and such (he got accepted and they're throwing fat stacks of money at him, it's a sure-thing we're moving in August). I miss him a lot. It's a portent of how hard it's going to be while we're apart during my stint in D-land (which I bought my ticket for, incidentally: arriving in D-Land June 21 and coming home July 25). But then at least I'll be busy instead of bumming around my apartment while it pisses rain outside and I ignore the huge pile of dishes in my sink.

But all is not lost. I have Death at a Funeral on DVD, and I made GRUB sweet and sour tofu, and I have chocolate, and tomorrow (if the weather doesn't suck) after I do my homework I'm going to go down to the first farmer's market of the season.

He'll save children but not the British children

Washington in all his glory


So I got an IUD today. I was tired of the pill for many reasons, including the persistent headaches, the weight gain, the increase in PMS, the environmental problems, and the fact that the hormones in them are animal derived. An IUD is cheaper, more effective, and I don't have to even think about it. And it's good for TEN YEARS, woo!

Anyhoo. It hurt like a beeotch, but nothing I couldn't handle. If you've ever had horrible menstrual cramps, like the women in my family seem to do, that's what it seemed like except a little more intense.

I named it Washington, after this webcartoon. I figured if anyone's going to keep evil sperm out of my uterus, that motherfucker is.

Excerpt:
He’ll save children but not the British children
He had a pocket full of horses fucked the shit out of bears
He threw a knife into heaven
And could kill with a stare
He made love like an eagle falling out of the sky
Killed his sensei in a duel and he never said why
Washington
Washington
Twelve stories high made of radiation
The present beware
The future beware
He’s coming
He’s coming
He’s coming