W. T. F.

Seriously, my head is all jangly right now. I've been weepy and grouchy all day. And my cycle, which technically started and ended two weeks ago, has returned. Um, body, perhaps you would like to once again become normal and stop being all nutty and ruining my life? Because this is not so much fun.

In better news (I think), all of the tests I've had so far have found nothing wrong with me, which means I guess I don't have the cancer or a cyst or something else horrible up inside my lady parts. (I just typed "lady party", which in times past would more accurately describe my lady parts, but not for quite some time now.)

I still feel like something isn't quite right, but you know what? I am not going to keep going to doctors until someone diagnoses me with chronic craziness. If something's really wrong, I'm sure it will turn up on a test at some point in the future. And if it's all in my head or it's no big deal, then it will go away on its own. (I think this line of logic may actually describe the substance of McCain's health care plan.)

Having had two and a half glasses of wine and a Vicodin, it may be time to go to bed instead of worrying about things over which I have no control.