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I am so fucking bored.  And so fucking sick of feeling this way.  Fucking sick of my house, fucking sick of my job, fucking sick of my hurting foot and the sharp pains in my ankle and driving Brent's car which means driving back and forth too much and sick of having car trouble even though it's only been a few days.  Run on sentence, anyone?  Thank you. 

My mind is random and do you know why? Well I'll tell you why.  Because I'm fucking OVULATING.  Yes, people.  The damned eggs have found their way past the Essure thingys and are spreading their special brand of joy throughout my life.  I know that it can take up to 12 weeks for the Essure to completely take effect, but talk about pissed.  I don't WANT to ovulate. That makes me want to have a baby, and I don't want to want that.  See how fucked up my brain is?  

I have two new-to-me Coach purses, a new pair of shoes I can't wear, and a new sweater for Scarlett.  I am through with ebay I think, although I have two more items that will be shipped once I pay for them.  I am going to take pictures of the bag Leigh wants to sell and post it on ebay for her, along with some other things when she sends me the pictures.  Notice I didn't say IF she sends me the pictures, because I know she will.  

Okay, I'm too worried about getting caught blogging. So I've gotta go.  

I am hobbling today.  

I banged my right baby toe on a milk crate full of record albums at Brent's house yesterday morning.  I could move the toe so I figured it wasn't broken, but it grew more stiff as the morning progressed, and I think it's a bit swollen.  Mom gave me tape, and I ended up taking two halves of a Lortab last night to get the pain to let up enough to sleep.  I meant to take pictures but didn't have time this a.m.  So I will try to take photos this evening for those of you who enjoy such things. I can't get ANYBODY around here to look at it, they're all squickly about it.  I think it's kinda cool and pretty in a macabre sort of way.   LOL  

Brent's been nagging me to go to the doctor, but I didn't want to spend the money on an ER visit, and I HATE waiting at those Urgent Care/Health Plus-type joints.  I'm going to see my gyn for my follow-up to my scraping, etc., today.  His office is in a local hospital, so I'll show him the toe and say "Whaddaya think? Should I go to the hospital?"  That's close enough, right?  They'll just xray it and tell me it's broken, or it's not broken, then they'll charge me money.  

Having lunch with Leigh today, and we're exchanging goodies.   We have been enabling one another on ebay, and I bought an ivory Coach purse at 11 p.m. last night, for $30 including shipping.   WHOOOO!!!!  It's gen-u-ine, supposedly.  Now I'm all drooly over Betsey Johnson stuff, and Vera Bradley stuff  -  and never mind that I've got shitloads of tote bags and overnights and carry-ons!   I should be saving money, not spending it, like Brent is doing.  

Changed Scarlett's meds this morning, MEANT to give her a note to show her teachers in case it didn't work well, but forgot.  Dammit.  She was a bit spacey and sleepy on the way to school, so I hope it does the trick.  It's strange to notice the differences between Adderall and Focalin.  (It cost $50 by the way. EEP!)  Still can't get anybody at the Board of Education to call me back regarding an IEP meeting.  I'm going to call the teacher at school and see what she can tell me.  

Okay, I'm gonna do work now.