my uterus: STAB! stab stabitty stAB stab stab STAB!

me: attempting, with minimal success to refrain from actually killing myself, or at the least, from removing my uterus with a fork. It would honestly feel less worse that way.

officially and for the record: I HATE being a girl. hate hate hate hate hate.

the worst feeling in the world: willing yourself not to throw up because the vicodin will really be kicking in any. goddamned. second. no, really, it will.

in short:

midterms studied for: 0
papers written: 0
vicodin taken: 1000mg
minutes waiting for it to kick in: 48 excruciating minutes and counting

my eternal battle with my body? not looking so good for me at this point.

eta feel free to cheer me up with nice things like porn and icons or 5 page essays on foucault and his critique of the science of sex.