I've started three different blog entries tonight. And abadoned each 1/2 way (or more) through. I seriously have little of interest to say. What I'd really like to do is give a big flying finger to the world right now.
Or rather, I'd like to give a big finger to my body and the Fertility gods.
I'm fat.
I'm infertile.
One does not help the other.
And vice versa.
And the remedy for both go hand in hand.
And so I'm just pissy. And mad. At myself. At the world. At everything.
Which sucks. Because I know it's all my own fault. That doesn't help my mood.
So there you go.
Night.
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