All Things Profane and Sacred

The mean reds have me down. We're going on day five with no end in sight. How long, oh lord? How can something so small pump out so much freaking blood? Are their any veins in the uterus? If blood was gold, I'd have a team of miniture forty-niners standing in my panties. I don't think I'd like that-forty niners don't seem like the best washed lot and I'm not looking for any kind of infection.

And the mood swings on.