Curses

I'm not over-tired, just overly fed up. Ovaries are evidently somewhere in the range of grape-sized perhaps that's why they whine so much. HA HA HA. Not funny. I can't really get out of bed unless absolutely necessary because of the pain, joy joy. CURSE YOU OVARIES! More specifically the left one and the incredible trouble you continue to cause when I should have just told them to take you out SO THERE! "they" however are to blame too, "they" are terrible and can hardly be called doctors. I really am bitchy at the moment, if you couldn't tell, but even if I was less hormonal I'd still not advise their care. Patients are just generic to them because they could care less what is happening with me, I won't go on with examples, mother has forbidden "stressing, it makes your tummy worse." 0.o

Aye. I just am asking for a break, a mere day or two of school, yes school. Normalcy. Boring ole', normalcy. Being caught up with work and just marching along with the daily grind of homework and violin practice. PLEASE! I haven't played in forever...but currently, not being being able to sit up...is a large factor in that fact.

I bet this is a thrill to read, I bet anyone who had even begun has stopped by now... not that I intend to have readers, so that's my big hint to shut up and move on, at least from the blog rant.

Best of luck bloglings, in all that life chucks at your head with incredible force.