Dear god I hate cramps. I've been taking a week off drinking any alcohol for the betterment of my liver, but if they get worse I may have to imbibe /something/. I'm at someone else's house and I have no midol on me. Agh.
Loud Taylor Swift music does not make it better.
I have a few more weeks of being in an apartment, and then I'm off to the desert! With sunshine and chaparral and mountains! Until then, I just have to try and not get eaten by cockroaches or something. I poured boiling water on one that was in the sink, and now I think its brethren and sistren (??) are angry at me and set on revenge. Skittering around the room and leaving their creepy little pheromone trails everywhere. And diphtheria-causing bacteria. Evil little fuckers.
My life felt kind of fally apartish for a while, but I think I'm starting to figure it out now.