This piece is entitled my blood is all drained. I found it online.

As I have no time to write today, there will be no sex toy review, only a lousy few lines about “the pill.” I will write in detail at another time, hopefully tomorrow, if I can get my head out of my ass and actually get on with my paying deadlines.

Day 5. Still Bleeding, although I stopped for an appropriate number of hours last night and this morning. “Appropriate for what?” you might be thinking. “Appropriate for none of your business,” I might answer.

But alas, again today I’ve bled. A brighter, happier blood than the dark blood of days past, but red blood nonetheless. I’m refusing to wear a pad because I refuse to acknowledge that the blood has won. Even if it does eventually stain my clothes (which it hasn’t as of yet).

So there. I’m bleeding. I’m working. I’m eating a lovely sandwich. And I’ve just learned that my friend Harry’s car was stoned by some Palestinian kids in Israel. I can’t attach a link on this computer, but it’s theviewfromhere.net if you want to read the f**ked up story. Thankfully he wasn’t hurt.

I’m still hurting though. Still cramping. I think I’m going to call my doctor on Monday.

But now I’ve got to go back to work. Bleeding like a woman and working like a dog. That about sums it up for now.