My ovary is currently saying this:
"I HATE YOU! TIMES INFINITY! I'M STABBING YOU NOW! DO YOU FEEL IT? I'M STABBING YOU!"
I swear to frog, I am so sick of puking my guts out every eleven days. Yes, the pain is that bad. It's like morning sickness except I don't get to have a baby at the end.
And that just doesn't seem fair.
I'm really feeling the angry at the world vibe today, which is sad because in only FIVE DAYS I will be in the magical wonderland of Walt Disney World. And there is no sadness there. No sadness. Only Mickey Mouse and wonderful, beautiful dreams. You would think that in itself would be enough to make me cheery and happy. But no.
Perhaps in a few days when the four hundredth audit of the year is over, I will feel better.
Incidentally? Why keep auditing us? I mean, you just audited us like twenty-two seconds ago and said, "Guess what? You suck!" and then you schedule another audit before we can correct all the things about ourselves that suck. That just doesn't seem smart.
I don't know why no one will let me be in charge. I could make things so much nicer.