I'm pretty sure I've been PMS-ing for thirteen decades now. Some months, my body likes to get it all over with in a flash-boom-bang. Other months, like RIGHT NOW apparently, it likes to "pull a Bruckner"* and draw things out eeeendlessly.
And it's not like "the train"** is "running late" or anything since consulting my posts last month will confirm that I did not get my Monthly Confirmation That I Am Indeed Without Child until the eleventh. I've just been pre-Mensesesesing forever.
Have I talked about my reproductive system enough yet for you?
Also, there's this: SPRIIIIIIIIING BREEEEEAAAAAK.
* Oh, musician humor. I predict two people will understand that reference without consulting Google.
** The uterine wall shedding train.
And it's not like "the train"** is "running late" or anything since consulting my posts last month will confirm that I did not get my Monthly Confirmation That I Am Indeed Without Child until the eleventh. I've just been pre-Mensesesesing forever.
Have I talked about my reproductive system enough yet for you?
Also, there's this: SPRIIIIIIIIING BREEEEEAAAAAK.
* Oh, musician humor. I predict two people will understand that reference without consulting Google.
** The uterine wall shedding train.
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