and with my period comes menstrual migraines
ah, keep the punches comin’
There should be some law in the universe protecting you from being super sick and having your period at the same time.
Sometimes I just want to be back in Scotland where I could go to Quaker meeting regularly and be at a school with more academic resources. And I’m aware that St. Andrews probably had its own institutional problems, but I don’t know. None of them seem as bad or annoying than the ones at Marlbs.
I mostly miss Quaker meeting though.
the battle cry of one of my Changeling: the Lost characters
Sansa could sew and dance and sing. She wrote poetry. She knew how to dress. She played the high harp and the bells. Worse, she was beautiful. Sansa had gotten their mother’s fine high cheekbones and the thick auburn hair of the Tullys.
So we have this one housemate who uses this notepad on the fridge to mostly tell the two other housemates what chores to do, and while sometimes it can be positive and nice, waking up to aggressive notes to take out the trash THAT WE ALL MUTUALLY FILLED is so blech. Like, yesterday I cleaned the toilet because I noticed it needling cleaning. Did I write a note on the board yelling at the person who made a mess in it to clean it? No, that is humiliating, and unkind, and a lot of the times people don’t notice when they leave messes and realize later when they re-see the mess.
SO I CALLED THIS BEHAVIOR OUT, VIA KITCHEN-NOTEPAD.
We’ll see how long the bravado lasts.