Erg, I had the worst day yesterday. I got my period and it was causing me to paint like crap. I couldn’t mix the right color for anything and every piece of paint I put down looked all wrong. It was so frustrating. About halfway through class I just stopped painting and alternated staring at my own canvas with staring at everyone else’s. Sometimes to break up the monotony I’d just stare off into the distance and zone out. I figured, if each brushstroke I made just made things worse, I might as well quit while I was behind and just not paint that day.

Then after class I got on my bike and rode to the art history building for my next class, and on my way there I nearly got hit. BY A CHURCH BUS. When it parked and I passed the driver’s side window I gave the woman a truly evil face that I hope was adequate in conveying the depth of my hatred for her at that minute, but it probably wasn’t. Stupid church bus driving woman! I’m riding, here!

THEN in class, which is usually snooze-inducing enough seeing as how we are viewing a barrage of slides, in the dark, accompanied by an interesting but monotonous lecture by the professor, I developed a huge headache which I get every month, every time it’s like the second day of my period. However, as I’ve said in the past, for some reason I have total Menstrual Amnesia and forget that the same things happen each month, ie. depression, crying, headache, immense craving for all things cheese. In that order.

So I was DYING all through class. I was like, make it end please god. Oh the headaches I get. I think maybe they are technically migraines, because light makes it hurt worse and I feel all nauseous too. Fun!

About three years later, class ended. I walked to the door and it was pouring outside, with no sign of stopping. Annnnd, I have a bike. So I called a friend who gave me a ride home, which was super nice of him, and at my house I promptly took a bunch of Advils and we took a nap together. It was pretty cute. And I woke up feeling fine.

So the day got better at the end. He even drove me back to to the building later to pick up my bike. What a nice guy, huh?