What's a girl to do?

It's 6:32 am. I got to sleep at roughly 3:30 am. And when I say sleep, I mean "Wrestling with the edges of sleep whilst cat makes loud noises just as I'm finally about to drift off, with added prodding from constant headache and period cramp".

It's the "Stupid" hour for my kitten. She's wrecking the joint, running around and throwing things off tables. I'm very tempted to squirt the shit out of her in the hopes she calms the fuck down.

I have a bottle of valium in my drug cabinet. I'd take some to get to sleep if I'd not had some only the day before. Or was it the day before that? Either way, I don't like taking it more than once a week. If that. I don't want to get dependent on it.

I'm really, really TIRED. But I'm sore. Fuck. I've taken two panadol, two buscopan and two voltaren rapid (dicoflenac or something). So, hopefully, the buscopan might send me off. If God is willing and gracious.

With that, I bid you all a hearty "good morning".

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Owen fans won't like it. Tina said this when we were watching an episode today and it had me laughing so hard I couldn't stop. So... without further ado... My Owen icon!