Well, That Could Have Gone Better:

I just....... don't know what to do with myself when I have downtime.

Trish is out of town on her annual birthday camping trip. I was unable to attend this year because of school obligations.

And I don't know what to do. There's more work I could do on my big capstone project, but I should take a break on that because I'm working too hard and burning out. But what else do I do?

School is going to be a hard rut to get out of.

 Why am I incapable of not poking the Facebook politics bear!?!? All it does is make me mad, and yet. 

And yet. 

Is it vacation? How about now? 

 Thanks to some Good Timing on a variety of fronts, I'm gonna go to New Orleans to see pinesandmaples in a weeeeeeeeeeeek! 

I've known them since 2004, and they're one of the few people I've been internet friends with forever and haven't met in person yet! This is all very exciting! 

 I'm slowly wresting my free time away from the gaping maw that is school. While this means that I won't be raking in any 4.0s, it does mean that I'm enjoying my life a little bit more. I even went so far as to pick up a sewing project last night.

Woo!

I'm finding that as I age, the intensity of my flow is increasing *really* dramatically, so despite the fact that I was out of bed every two hours last night to address it, I *still* managed to get a fairly significant quantity of blood on the sheets.

Fortunately, my schedule is loose enough that I was able to take most of the morning off to do a couple loads of laundry and, in general, pay way too much attention to my crotch. So at least my bedding isn't stained, and I was able to recoup some of the sleep I missed out on due to my needy uterus.

The moral of the story is: don't let anyone convince you that a menstrual cup only ever needs to be emptied every 8 hours. Because sometimes it's more like every 45 minutes, but it still beats bleeding through a super plus tampon in 10.