I've never felt it that strongly. Never.

Ugh. Now this has been a morning.

I woke up again at 7:30am with the worst cramps I've ever experienced. I took 800mg of Advil in hopes that that would kick them away, 'cause I was supposed to be somewhere at 9am. At about 8:30am, I went and woke up Emily. I was in tears, shaking and dripping in sweat and in SO. Much. Pain.

Emily suggested I call the doctor's office. They don't open till 9, so I called my mom. She suggested I wait it out till the office opened. So, I did. The nurse called me back and suggested I just continue to wait it out. In the meantime, sweet Emily was getting me cold wash clothes, water, etc.

It has finally gotten a little better, although, they are not gone. I've taken a shower, which also helped. But, ugh. Not fun.

And now I'm off to make doctor's appointments for physicals so I can talk to them about this and make sure it NEVER happens again.

((((vw))))

Good luck with the doctor.

Ack, hope you feel better soon vw.

Ugh, I'm sorry vw.

I had kick-ass cramps and drastic weariness this weekend. They coincided with the first weekend this month that I've been home and a heat index of 110F, so I was planning on staying in and lazing about anyway. Ibuprofen, steak, red wine, avocado, and Wodehouse books--the best way to spend the first day of a period, I think.

Oh, vw. That sounds awful. And has anyone noted recently that both you and Emily are just exactly the World's Best Roommates to one another? 'Cause, so very true.

bt's Bottomless Well of Shimmering Mutual Doom is just about the loveliest, most heartening doom I have ever heard of. I sit here quietly grinning every time I read a Wally report.

The peaceful catful nesting-in of Andi and Dan is a close second, though.

Three different first-time Faire performers came up to me over the weekend to thank me for doing the dialect class, and two others came up to tell me that several old veterans had told them that this was the best dialect class they'd ever taken, and one woman came up to me after the second period class to ask if I was an English teacher. Buffista teachers take note: It was most definitely the last compliment that made me completely blushy and stammery and speechless.

And ION, The Cutest Puppy In The World lives on my block, and it is killing me dead. I used to talk to Hec about my encounters with TCPITW, and he'd nod and make little polite noises and wait for me to talk about something else. And then last week he met TCPITW himself, on his way home from work. He instantly recognized TCPITW from my tales, he went on and on about the eager loving soft kindly nature of TCPITW, and much later in the week I was talking about something else and had a spasm of OMGWTFTCPITW!, and he said dreamily, "Yeah, I was just thinking about what an amazing puppy that is."

We've come to the conclusion that this is the Hypnotoad of the dog world, existing solely to draw the entire human race deep into its thrall of cuteness. This should be alarming, but somehow we're just... it's... We hail its glory. We can't help it.

We've come to the conclusion that this is the Hypnotoad of the dog world, existing solely to draw the entire human race deep into its thrall of cuteness. This should be alarming, but somehow we're just... it's... We hail its glory. We can't help it.

Hee!

I'm generally not a dog person, but sometimes I am reminded that I am not immune to the charms of a cheerfull, enthusiastic puppy/doggie....

{{{vw}}}

(((vw))). That sounds no fun at all.

JZ, what kind of dog is TCPITW? I need photos of similar dogs so as to judge for myself, though of course no mere photo can fully capture cuteness.

{{{{vw}}}} Poor thing.