Friday, April 04, 2003       ( 7:48 PM ) Lostcheerio   We're getting dangerously close to the day I'm supposed to either get my period or be pregnant. I think that day is Monday. I do not feel the least bit pregnant. Last time I felt pregnant and I wasn't. So I should be saying in a cheerful tone that this time since I do not feel pregnant I probably am. Because that's the kind of abused, torn-up logic that people in my situation use. It's not, however, at all logical. Partly because I'm so psychosomatic about all of it, I could vomit 50 times and it wouldn't mean anything. And I could be tired because of everything else. Now I have two web sites to do, the banners to finish, two classes of papers to grade, a dress/outfit to finish for Sunday, four more dress/outfits to finish for next Sunday, and I'm supposed to be writing every day. Plus "Stand at the playground shielding my eyes from the glare on the slide for 3 hours" keeps getting added to my agenda. #

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