I HATE Being Female

My Mood:   — Murderous

And I think we’ll just leave the title as enough information, thank you very much, because I’m sure no one wants to get inot all the T.M.I. that can be given on such a topic.

Anyway.  I don’t know why but my ankle’s been bothering me the past few days.  It feels like it wants to pop, but isn’t, and I can’t walk on it right.  Needless to say, it sucks.

My back’s been hurting, but my lower back always sems to hurt when . . . female stuff . . . comes into play.  It still sucks, though, cuz it’s this low throbbing that nothing except exercise or pills can take care of.

I think it’s because of allergies, but my head’s been hurting for the past few days, too.  Just a light headache, enough to mae me go, ‘oh, it’s here.  And it hurts a litle,’ but still really annoying.

I was laying on my bed, bemoaning my cruel fate yesterday when I decided I wanted Cheesy Bread.  So I went and got Cheesy Bread.  And then I played with my birdies for a bit.  Then I fell asleep for about three hours.  No, four.  Cuz wen I woke up, it was close to eleven.  I went online, E-mailed Shannon that character thingy, talked to a couple of people, finally came back upstairs around three.  Fell asleep around four thirty, woke up at nine fifteen to take my car over for the repairs it needs, and here I am.  Hating all my female “glory” and wide awake after walking home on a bad ankle when I should be asleep.

Blah . . .

Honestly, it’s not that big of a deal.  I figure I’ll grab a blanket in a few minutes and snuggle up down here on the couch.  I probably won’t fall asleep, but I’ll get some rest.  I gotta get my sleeping back on track.  Toorrow, I’m waking up at eleven, Wednesday, ten-thirty, and Thursday I need to be at work by ten-thirty.  I’m ten-thirty to one-thirty on Thursday.  I can’t wait to collect tips this week.  I’m in, I believe, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday!  So that makes up for both days of Keansburg being closed this weekend.  And if I can make twenty bucks in tips each night, that’s eighty dollars.  So, I’ll have an extra eighty plus dolars to play with by Friday.

I think what I’ll do is just save all of it, every dollar, and then count it on Friday after I get off.  Then, I’ll split it four ways.  Okay, more than four ways.  Mom, car insurance, credit card, cell phone, savings, and pleasure.  Okay, six ways.

I should probably go back over to the dollar store and see if there are any more of those piggy banks.  That way, I can get them and label them certain things so I’ll know which ones are safe to take money out of.  Or I could always get one of those savings pots Hallmark has.  They’re these things where you put money in, but there’s no hole in the bottom, so you have to break it to get the money out.  The idea is that way, you can’t take money out before you’ve reached your goal to fill it up.

I’d still love to be able to make a clay bank.  I miss that I was never able to finish that Paul McCartney one I made in high school.  I don’t remember what happened to it.  I might have eventually thrown it out.  I think it came apart at one point and there was just no fixing it.  It was HEAVY, anyway.  Believe me, I’d know.  It landed on my middle finger one day.

My poor fingers have been put through a lot.  I mean, there was the time I slammed my pinky between two chairs when I used to clean at the church.  My entire finger turned purple and swollen and stiff when I didn’t have ice held against it.

Okay, this is a really random entry.  I’m gonna go now.

Bye.   — Serene-feeling now.