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So, this morning started out wonderfully.  There was an incident before work.  According to the police report I had to give, and the incident number, it is officially listed as an assault.  So that’s what I’ll call it.

 

I get off the bus at about 7:50 am, and start walking to work.  I pass a guy nod vaguely in acknowledgement as we’re on opposite sides of the sidewalk, and I scootch my bag over so it doesn’t hit him as we pass each other.

 

Ten seconds later he’s behind me.  With his hands on my ass.

 

I jump and pull away, and turn around, and basically say “Get your fucking hands off me.  Don’t you EVER touch me again.”

 

He smiles and reaches for me again.  I tell him to fuck off and start hustling down the street to my store, fumbling in my bag for my keys, which have my pepper spray on them, and my cell phone.    He’s coming along in the same direction, and starting to move faster.  This freaks me out so I open my phone and attempt to snap a pic of him, while calling the police, and inform him of this. (unfortunately, you cant' do both with this phone, so I failed to get a picture)  I get to the corner where my store is across the street, take one glance to make sure there’s no traffic and haul ass across the street and inside.  When I glanced back he was running in the opposite direction. I explain what happened to my manager, and she tore out of the store, to see if the guy was still on his way in, and shouted at my coworker to get me the number to the police line.  She dials it for me instead.

 

I proceed to explain what happened and they promised to dispatch an officer.

 

A university officer shows up first, she was on her rounds in the area.  She asked what happened and I told her, starting to get a little shaky and teary when I mentioned that he reached for me a second time, because she asked “So, you’re saying it was an attempted sexual assault?”

 

I don’t know!  I was just freaked out because he was groping my ass and wouldn’t stop!

 

She took me out to her car, sat me inside and started to get all the details.  While this is happening, two other police cruisers show up.  One was another University cruiser, the other was a city cruiser.  Thankfully, one of the officers in the other cruiser is a regular.  He’s one of the cops who come in and stand as security guards during our busy season, and will occasionally stop by just to grab a drink or a snack and chat.  He’s actually been featured in a few of my stories as Awesome Cop.  It was nice to have a familiar face while I rehashed what happened.  I gave them as detailed a description as I could. Then the city police stepped in and I repeated the story once more. 

 

Once all the info had been taken, and it was decided that the city police would take custody of the case (since they could search more parts of the city than just the university.)  I got the little card with the incident number, title (assault), officers on the case, and their unit number.  All those happy fun details.

 

I then take a few minutes to go hide in the bathroom and call my mommy.  I really wanted my mommy.

 

I decided I’d be well enough to work my shift and did ok for the first half.  I was a little jumpy when people came in, but only a touch more than I usually am.  I took my lunch and came back up to the registers.

 

Then I get a phone call.  It’s one of the officers who took my report.  They had a suspect in custody, and were bringing him by in a cruiser, so I could ID him.   They pull up, guy gets out of the car and it’s not him.  I don’t know why, but that made me even shakier, and more upset.  After they left, I took another breather in the bathroom, came back out and continued working.

 

Then a guy comes into make copies.  He’s belligerent over the fact he has to do it himself.  He gets snarly when he finds out the machine is rather subpar and old.  And he gets snappy when he gets told he has to pay for his copies regardless, even if he thinks he shouldn’t because he doesn’t think they’re the best quality.  He snaps at me.

 

I burst into tears and have a mild panic attack. 

 

At which point, I realize I can’t stay and finish my shift.  My skin’s crawling, I’m weepy and just not in a great mood.  So I get sent home early, and on the way to the bus stop, my mom is on the phone with me, and understands when I don’t want to hang up unless I absolutely have to.  I have my keys clipped to my belt, like I normally do 99% of the time.  This morning, I threw them in my bag as I ran out the door.

 

I’ve been beating myself up about the fact that I didn’t have them accessible.  That I didn’t haul off and kick the guy.  But I’m 6’0, and rather hefty.  He topped me by a couple inches, and though we may have weighed the same, he was more muscle-y.  I still feel stupid.  My coworker told me she’s surprised I lasted as long as I did at work, and that she couldn’t have been as strong as I was.  She would have gone straight home.

 

I still feel stupid, I don’t know how to explain it.  It’s not like I was violently attacked.  I was groped.  I was startled, frightened, but I got away.  My Awesome Cop said I did the right thing, getting away and getting to a public place and getting help, but I still feel shaky.  And dumb.  Physically, I’m not hurt. (Well, I bit my lip when I was groped the first time when I was startled.  Police pointed that out.) But mentally and emotionally, I’m, to quote my grandmother, a basket case. 

 

It’s just one more thing that gets added to the massive weight that’s already pressing down on me, as melodramatic as it sounds.  I stopped by a free counseling center at school, and talked to a counselor.  I felt self conscious and silly, because this counselor is there to help rape and sexual assault victims, who have it a lot worse than I did.  Logically and intellectually, I know it’s stupid to feel that way, to belittle my emotions because regardless of what happened, I was technically assaulted.  Period.  I caught a bus, and came home and took a shower which has helped with the skin crawling feeling.  

 

And then I found out just a little bit ago my stepfather is being admitted to the hospital and I don’t know why.  My mom said she’ll call when she has more information.  So, once again.  Enough is enough is enough!!  I don’t know why all this crap is being loaded down on my family and me, but I’d like it to ease, just a little.  Between this and the frightening financial situation I find myself in, the stress and drama at work, the further stress of trying and failing to find another job, I just don’t know how much more I can take. 

 

I think that’s it for this rant.  I’m going to go make some tea, maybe cook something, which usually relaxes me.  Thanks for listening/reading, as the case may be.

I set a new personal best record!!

On my morning bike ride today, managed 3.82 miles in 35 minutes.  Given my chunky butt and the killer humidity out, I'm quite proud of myself!  According to my heart rate monitor, I also burned 343 calories.  Go me!  

And yes, I'm also being safe and healthy, and did about 7 or 8 minutes of cooldown and yoga stretching afterward so I don't stiffen up or pull something.

Staggering off to shower and get ready for work.  (Ok, not really staggering, but my legs have that good kind of wobbly thing going on, if you know what I mean?)

My uncle passed away today.

Just got the call. 

And my family is being the usual fucked up, pain in the ass, greedy, self-serving whorecorpses.  Whoop de fucking doo.

Life just keeps getting suckier and suckier in Jenn-world.

In the last week I've discovered:

1.  No one wants to frickin' hire me!!  Still looking, but gods bless it's a slow slow process!

2.  I somehow managed to pull a stupid and overdraft my bank account.  For the first time.  EVAR!!  I've NEVER overdrawn my account!  Not in the 10+ years I've HAD a bank account, either joint or single.  Gaaaaah.  Though, this is the one thing that can be and has been fixed in a timely manner.  Supposedly.

3.  My uncle is dying.  They gave him maybe 2 weeks, but with all the information that's been trickling in, I'd honestly be surprised if he made it to the end of this week.  Just out of the blue, two days ago, I get a phone call, saying he collapsed and grandma's on her way up to where he lives to see him and it doesn't look good.  Fast forward, and yeah, he's going to die.  No way to help him.  My uncle has Klinefelter's, which is a genetic disorder, but one of the side effects is physiological issues and mental retardation.  He can't take care of himself, he's got the mental capacity of, say, a 12 year old.  He's also diabetic and morbidly obese (Over 600 lbs)  

As of last night, his kidneys have stopped working pretty much entirely.  Fluid has built up around his heart and the doctor's agree that risking any kind of surgery to remove it will kill him anyways.  And even with being on life support to help him breathe, he's only maxing out at about 70% oxygen.  Grandma, as next of kin, signed a DNR.  Mostly so family can fly or drive down to say goodbye if they can make it.  So, within months of burying her husband, and just over a year after burying her daughter, now she has to make arrangements to bury a son.   Who the fuck did my family piss off in a past life?  Who did I piss off?

and finally,

4.  I'm sick.  I'm pretty sure it's a sinus infection, but since I can't afford a doctor's visit OR antibiotics, I'm going the natural route to take care of myself.  I have tomorrow and Saturday off.  Jenn will be sleeping.  A LOT.  And tea and soup and sudafed and mucinex. 

<Sigh>  Sorry for whining.  I seem to be doing that a lot lately.  I should simply refrain from posting until I have something GOOD to write about.  

My kitchen is flooded again.

But this I can't blame on maintenance, oh no! I was filling the sink with hot water to soak some dishes.

And managed to forget I had hot water running until I hear the telltale sign of water hitting the floor. I had the dishwasher running, so I panic and think crap, it's clogged and backwashing again and run out into the kitchen

Where i proceed to slip and fall on my ass in lavender scented water.

FUN.

At least it smells better than last time, and less of a mess to clean up.

It's official. I'm super tired, and it is now bedtime. Just thought I'd share so someone could laugh with me.

....

Please laugh with me, and not at me out of pity that I pulled a stupid.

Please??

So, since I've found yet another one of my personal articles in the strangest of places, it must be time for me to do some hardcore house cleaning and reorganizing.  I especially need to tackle my closets and get those into some semblance of order rather than keep shoving shit in there and hope I can find it again.  So, the list I have written out to get done is as follows.

1.  Clean and organize closets
2.  Clean and vacuum bedroom
3.  Fold/Put away all my clean laundry dagnabbit!! 
4.  Clean and scrub kitchen
5.  Clear off dining room table and organize shelving units
6.  Organize pantry so the granola bars don't fall on me when I open it again
7.  Clear and vacuum living room floor
8.  Dust.  EVERYTHING. 
9.  Scrub floors in kitchen, dining room, and bathroom.
10.  Scrub down bathroom.  Yes, maintenance fixed it and cleaned up for the most part, but there are bits that could use a good hosing off, to say the least.
11.  Once it's all clean, make the teas I've been procrastinating on doing.  And ice.  Need to make ice.  Gyah...


Think I can get all that done today? I think I can.  And bonus, no need to workout, since housework does in fact burn calories.  I'm looking at at LEAST 600 calories burned today, just by doing the above list.  Quite nice.  Updates as I progress/take breaks for meals!! 


P.S. (Because it will be a Tiffy addition....)  
12.  READ PROPHECY!!  :D

Killer cramps from outer space.  They suck.   

Rapid mood swings to the point that I'm crying one moment, pissed off the next, then giggle and hyper the next.  They suck, too. 

Feeling nauseated and like I'm about to throw up my dinner.  Yep, that sucks.

And the fact that I'm back to passing clots whilst on my period.  Most DEFINITELY sucks.  

I lost it and flipped out on a customer today at work.  And now I'm sitting here, wishing to gods I had a heating pad, and at the point where I'm contemplating lying down and sticking my laptop on my belly for some warming heat, that will hopefully help the cramps.  I've had 2 mugs of women's tea.  Nada. 

I have I don't know how much motrin and aleve in my system.  Urk. 


Why yes, I AM whinging, thanks for noticing.  :p  

I miss my prescription.  Wants it back.  Wants it back NAO.  That and a back rub...

But for now...I try to sleep...and hope it's mildly better tomorrow. 

herein ends the mini pity party.  I blame the hormones.  >.>  

(Oh, and some credit to my sister, too, for sharing these lovely vids) 

Men in uniform in each vid.  That should be tantalizing enough, yis??  lol

Oh, and Annas!!!   The first one isn't resident evil, but...hey, it's Numa Numa!!  


www.youtube.com/watch


They certainly get creative out on those carriers...or bored.  and they have video cameras... XD

www.youtube.com/watch


I've seen this one before, but it always makes me giggle.  A Norweigan twist on a Beach Boys classic!  Poor Kosovo...


 www.youtube.com/watch

1.  Interview with another Walgreens
2. Get more financial aid crap in order (Gods, will they NEVER be satisfied?!?!)
3.  Find the nearest SSA office to get a replacement SS card sent to me
4.  Create a resume, just for shits and giggles so I HAVE one should I need it.
5.  Find other places to apply for work.
6.  Clean my bedroom.  It looks like my closet threw up all over the place.
7.  Clean out my closets.  THEY look like a hurricane blew through.  Twice.
8.  Water plants.
9.  Get some exercise in there.  somewhere.  (Bike or walk in the evening?)
10.  Figure out how in the hell I'm going to shop for groceries with only $20 in my bank account to last until payday next Friday.


>.>  I'm exhausted already, and I haven't even started on the list...

...until my second interview with Walgreens.  I have never had an actual job interview before.  All my jobs I've sort of lucked into, or they were part of work study for college, OR my boss at one job, sent me to another when I moved cities, and the new boss took her at her word that I'm good.  I am officially freaking myself out! I keep coming up with things they may ask for that I don't have!

Like a resume.  I don't have a resume!  And I can't whip one out in less than 2 hours, since I technically have to be out of the house in an hour to get there in time.  And my SS card.  I haven't yet replaced it since the break in.  Haven't had time or funds, and mama told me last night, that I shouldn't have to pay for it.  

Freak out freak out freak out!!  

<Gasppantgasp!!>

Gotta go finish getting ready, and hope to all the gods I don't get rained on on the way there.  That'd be PERFECT. 

I want my mommy...<whimper>

A Very Frazzled,
Me.

Ok, so I was working out.  Yippee, exercise! (etc, etc, blah blah blah)

I finish, and I go to shower.  I'm in the process of reaching for shampoo...and my bottle is empty.  I shrug and reach for conditioner.  Also empty.

WTF...

I managed to run out of shampoo and conditioner without realizing it!!  My hair is going to be DISASTROUS tomorrow...AND I've got to figure out if the $5.84 I've got left in my bank account is enough to buy me some shampoo and conditioner, preferably not a cheapy brand that only gives me dandruff.  I am NOT going a week without washing my hair.

<Sigh>  Urk to life right now.  Just urk...


In other news, i have officially lost 10 lbs, despite backsliding HORRIBLY last week.  I do not regret the white chocolate truffles.  or the milkshake.  Or the spinach dip.  At all.  Totally worth it.  But now it's back to behaving and everything in moderation.  More of an update later, methinks.  I'm gonna go try and detangle my hair.  maybe if I blow it out, it won't poof TOO badly tomorrow.  <Crosses fingers>

Dear Mr. Migraine.

Why won't you go away?

The last two hours of work were hell because you plagued me.  I could feel you coming, but had no meds with which to tame you.  And you were a very unwelcome companion on the bus ride home.  I tried to sleep you away, and couldn't eat dinner cuz of you.  You're a very unwelcome guest.  I had planned on actually writing tonight, including a long post updating on my life and how I'm doing.  Instead, I"m going to make tea, and then crawl back into bed.  I expect you to be gone by morning. 

sincerely,
Me. 

My gardenia plant, that is!!  I walked out of the apartment this morning to go catch a bus, and was greeted by the sight and smell of my gardenias!  So happy!  Lookie, lookie!!











Now, if only I can get my other fruit and veggies to...well...bear fruit!  Ah well, they're still coming along all right.



I'm off to workout for about an hour, I'll post a real update later tonight.  I promise!!  

Love,
Me.

Ok, I know the title might indicate my whining again, but I promise, I'm not. It's actually rather comical, now that the situation has passed, but at the time...

anyways, moving on!

so, I get out of class today, and hop a bus, with every intention of hitting a grocery store on my way home. I'm fighting a mild sinus headache, because there's been a pressure shift, it's windy, and we're expecting rain here in H-Town. No big deal, I'll grab sudafed while I'm out, and add it to my list.

I get off the bus at the appropriate stop, and am thankful. I'd recently started a lifestyle change, wanting to get healthier, and in shape and whatnot, and as a result, started drinking a lot more water and herbal tea. Upon exiting the bus, I realized I needed the little Jenn's room. Quite badly.

So, I cross the street, manage not to get hit by a vehicle, and make my way to the doors of the grocery store. As soon as I hit the threshold...the power goes out.

 WTF?!?!?   Damnit!!

Door greeter tells me not to worry, they have a backup generator, and all's going to be well. Woot! I thank him and make my way inside, intent on getting to the bathrooms. Not ten steps inside aaaaaand....the backup generator fails. The entire store is pitch black.

At that point, security and all personnel are herding everyone outside because it's not safe to be in a pitch black store. Perfectly understandable.

But cripes, I still REALLY have to go!

So, I pause, orient myself, and look around, thinking I'll just hit another shop in the center and do my business. The ENTIRE shopping center is dark.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. This is getting worrisome and my bladder has started to do the hustle within me, indicating that I'd best find a bathroom and quickly. Ok, no big deal. Take a deep breath, think about where I am.

I pull out my cell phone to call Anna, because at this point, I needed a moment to rant about how the universe was mocking me. Again. As I start walking towards another shopping center that I think is just down the road, I pass it by bus all the time. I've never been to that grocery store before, but hey, it's an adventure! A new place to try! Oh glory, I may just find a new favorite store! Think positive, etc, etc.

Of course, by this point, my mild sinus headache is starting to feel like my eyeballs are swelling out of their sockets and there's a rhythmic pounding not unlike a sweaty viking-like man beating out a rhythm in time for some poor underworked employees to sew faux gucci wallets to.

I set off walking. And walking. And walking. And walking some more. Yes, that shopping center "just down the street"? Actually, a bit closer to a mile. Seems a lot closer by bus. So it takes me about 30 minutes to walk there, bladder protesting every step of the way. I near it and come close to weeping with joy. Finally! Salvation is nigh!

I get closer...

THIS shopping center is dark, too!! They've lost their power as well! I come close to weeping again, but alas, not with joy!!

At this point, I'm realizing everything in this direction is turning residential/medical district, with not one public restroom in sight. I must go back the way I came. I've been keeping my eye out for a bus at this point, hoping, yet fearful one will show up. Hoping so I don't have to walk, yet fearful because have you ever experienced a ride on a bus while you REALLY have to go to the bathroom?

It's torture. Stop hitting the bumps, I'll tell you everything! Everything I know! Everything I don't know! It's my fault, mine! I shot JFK! I shot the Sheriff! I shot the fucking deputy, just make it stop!!!

<Ahem> Of course, with the way my luck has been turning today, no bus was in sight.

I walk back the way I came. I passed the first shopping center. Still dark. I keep walking. Still, dark windows everywhere I look. This is not boding well, and my bladder has gone from silently protesting to beating on the bars of it's prison, attempting to incite a riotous mutiny. It's not a pleasant feeling. I end up walking at least another 30 minutes in the opposite direction until I spot a starbucks. And it looks like the lights are on! Could salvation really be this close? Finally? Is there an oasis in the desert? One that comes with a toilet?!?

Yes! Success! They have power and they're open!! I go to the register, and ask where the restrooms are. Only to have two baristas (One male, one female) inform me that the ladies room is out of order.

*Cries.  Cries a lot*

I throw all dignity to the wind. I beg. I plead. I recite my tale of woe and state that I'm willing to straddle a urinal and clean up any mess that may result but please, by all the gods, let me use your bathroom!!!

They agree to let me use the men's room, and the female barista even comes with me as lookout, to make sure there aren't anymore embarrassing moments involving me in their coffee shop.

And finally, I found nirvana! I found release! Thank the dogs!!

I exit, feeling MUCH better, having calmed the aforementioned riotous mutiny within. I go to the counter. Order tea and a sandwich, (which, incidentally, was SO tasty, I must find a way to re-create it in a lower calorie version, if possible!)

Upon re-fueling, I looked at the time. I'd wasted almost two HOURS for this debacle. And the weather had gotten progressively worse! I was seriously waiting to be rained on, just to have the cherry on that sundae of suck. I decided fuck shopping, I'm going to just go home! Managed to catch a bus heading in the right direction.

Upon exiting the bus to walk home, it starts raining and I do indeed, get soaked. My day was complete. Hallelujah. Nothing like the feel of sticky wet denim and squishy socks.

And my sinus headache is STILL attempting to eject my eyeballs from their sockets.

I love my life.

Really



FIN

Apparently another creative injury to add to my record...

So, I couldn't figure out what to do for dinner. The meat I'd pulled out hadn't thawed yet, so I had to go back to the drawing board.

I decided to do a light pasta dish. Had everything going, quick tomato basil sauce, water boiling for pasta, cheese cut up, etc.

Time comes for me to test the pasta, make sure it's fully cooked. Since I life in a small apartment, I can't exactly throw it to see if it sticks on anything, so I fish a piece out with the tongs, and go to taste it instead.

Except it falls off the tongs.

And lands on my cleavage.

Holy fuck that BURNS!!!

I now have a red welt/burn line down my right breast. It stings...

...to let everyone know I'm still in existence.

I flew home to El Paso last week, to attend my grandfather's funeral.  He died Sunday, March 8th, after 3 weeks of a rapid decline.  

It hurts.  A lot.  The funeral helped, but I still find myself inadequately able to cope sometimes at the oddest moments.

I came back last Sunday, and dived right back into work, despite it being spring break.  It also happens to be inventory at the store, so for the last 5 days running, I've been getting up at 5 am to make it to work on time to open, and generally leave anywhere between 3 and 4.  I'm greatly irritated with my coworkers.  I only get ONE day off this week, because I was told I was needed, that they needed people who actually know what they were doing.  I didn't think it'd be that difficult, just tedious, but after running the discrepancy reports, I see why they wanted me for so many hours, but I must admit, I'm still a bit baffled.  How hard is it to scan and count?  And how difficult is it to realize that a sharpie, is NOT a Bic Marks-It marker, for example?  

Or, my particular favorite, that a new book in shrink wrapped packaging is not, in fact, the same as a tattered, used copy with stickers and highlighting all through it.  Sweet farking fruit loops, people!  We were all given the written policy on inventory.  We all signed the paper saying we read it, but apparently for some, it's not that easy to grasp.  you dont' need a master's degree to COUNT THINGS

But, hey I could be wrong.  It could, in fact, BE rocket science, apparently.

Cripes I'm tired.

Thankfully, tomorrow is supposedly a short day, I should only work 8 to 3.  Yippee skippy!!  An extra half hour of sleep!! And tomorrow night, Anna, Xander and I are going to go see the Watchmen.  I's a bit excited about that, and think I can do with getting out of the house for a night.  We shall see how it goes.  

I've been a bit meh, really, and just don't really want to talk to some/most people, really.  I admit, I'm still kind of wrung out over what happened while I was home, it left me a bit shaky, and despite people telling me no to blame myself, I still can't help thinking I should've reacted differently.

and I think that's enough obtuse rambling for now.  I'm off to shuffle some furniture around, clean up a bit, and shower, and figure out somethign for dinner.  Then I'm probably off for bed.

did I mention I'm tired? 

Zzzzzzz

Love,
Me.
 

four to six weeks my ass. 

Grandpa's gone.  I got a phone call that he died early this morning about an hour ago.  Fan-freakin'-tastic.

I'm a mess again

and I have to be to work for a few hours. 

Holy hell, this should be fun.

More crying in the shower later tonight.

I cant' find my laundry card, that has about $10 on it.  I'm trying to wash clothes and get shit done because I need clean clothes.  So now, I get to go see if I have actual cash so I can get another card.  On top of that, I can't find my driver's license, either.  I cleaned my apartment, and then tore it apart today looking for stuff, so now it's a mess I have to clean again and on top of that I have an exam on Monday I in no way feel prepared for and am now sitting here crying because my life is a mess, I can't get a break and I just feel like SHIT.  

I just want to give up.  Say I'm done.  Fuck school, fuck life, fuck EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE ON THIS GODSFORSAKEN PLANET.  

I hate my school I hate my job I hate my  life I hate myself.  

fuck it.  just fuck it. 

the end.

So, we all know Jenn is a space cadet, yes?   We all also know Jenn likes to keep her house tidy, cuz it's her nest, etc, etc, and that one response to stress is to clean like there's no tomorrow.  (Yes, Tiffy, it's also an Avoidance Activity, but still...)

Well, you know it's especially bad, when, whilst cleaning my room, I have cause to utter the phrase, "Hey, I was looking for that sock last month!!  Huh, good to know where it is now."

Or, y'know, randomly finding my digital voice recorder in my pantry, and being all squealy happy that I can start recording class lectures again, since I haven't been able to do so in the last couple of weeks.  Still boggles my mind, considering I cleaned my pantry up last week, and didn't see it then.  maybe I randomly thought it was something else.  Don't know what but that's my story.  And I'm sticking to it.  Really.  I am.

Ok, ok, I'll stop and be a good girl and go finish cleaning now.  Just thought I'd share.  And had to change up my playlist to something nice and energetic. 

Tiffy....I miss Abigdon Boys School...s'all GONE!!  <sob>  

If'n you can provide email linkies to the torrents, I'll be a happy(ier than I was) Jenn!

Herein ends the randomness.  And no, I am NOT high on cleanser fumes, I haven't even broken them out, so there.  :p

Grrr....

stupid stomach is unhappy with me, and thus, I get sent home from work early, because I was having to go to the bathroom every 15 minutes, and it wasn't for puking...

And that's all the details on that, since I'm hoping most can infer the other reason one would require repeated use of the facilities because of an unhappy digestive tract. 

Nerg. 

I'm figuring this is all stress related, because that's what happens when I get stressed, my body goes haywire.  I'm also very tired, so once my tea steeps and I sip it down, Jenn's gonna take a nap.

<GASP!> been a while since I said that.  Sleeping during the day...yup, don't feel good.  Maybe more of an update later.  right now, off to la la land.  

Love,
Me.