I am so totally almost dead. I’ve got the worst period ache (is that what it’s called? mensvärk?) of my entire life, and I don’t feel as if I’m going to survive the day out. Seriousely. Two times I’ve been attacked by these stabbing pains, which makes me stumble and almost fall. I can’t take this, I really can’t. And I’m all out of pills. I’ve got ONE fawking whiny pill, Ipren 400, which will not help at all. I need my orudis, but I won’t make it in time to the Pharmacy, so I’ll have to try to live on anyway. My last resort is if I can talk Robban into closing up the bar for me, so I can sneak out of work as early as possible. It won’t ache less if I sit at home, but at least I don’t have to ache in public. …this drives me crazy. I would like to spend the whole evening in almost-boiling water, and just dizz off. Okay, I’m whiny, I know.

Anyhoo. I won the complete series of Noir at Tradera. I’ve seen the first 13-14 episodes, and liked it. (And if it wasn’t for Amanda, I wouldn’t ever heard about it.)
I also ordered book 3 and 4 of From Far Away. I would have needed that today, allright.

I started to create my OWN sailor top, just to find out I don’t have a foot for my sewing machine . Suxxors! I don’t have time to go buy a new one until saturday, if even. Grr!
This is NOT my lucky day, I tell you.