Am feeling a little better. I guess. My boobs have stopped aching and the cramping has subsided. And I stuck a tampon up my cooch cuz I had some spotting this morning. I always feel better when the whore finally shows up. That fucking bitch that she is - Aunt Flo.

At least the physical pain has subsided somewhat.

My husband has been very supportive of me and for that I'm so eternally grateful. I'm certain that we were put here in this Universe to be together, to be each others rock.

At least one person has my back.

My niece seems very happy in her new home. Thousands of miles away from her baby.

At least that's what her MySpace page says.

My brother and SIL have purchased something that will enable them to get pregnant soon. They hope.

At least that's what my SIL's fucking MySpace bulletin said the other day.

My brother finally acknowledged he has a 15yo son.

At least that's what his fucking Myspace profile says: "I have a 15 year old son who lives in SomeStateFarFarAway with his mom."

My nephew is in a depressing, angry state of mind. And I think it's because he and his girlfriend broke up.

At least that's what his MySpace page exhibits.

My dad is in a lot of pain. His legs. He can't walk much or legs hurt a lot. He's been trying to get in to see the doctor but they're giving him the run around. Apparently they think they can treat a 75yo man with a thick foreign accent poorly like that. I told him to call me next time so that I can call and get some answers for him.

At least I would do my best to help.

I don’t really have much to say these days about anything. I’m in a weird place right now, apparently.

At least I’m writing something again.

I miss many of my blogging friends. I’ve neglected their friendship in so many ways for so long. I feel awful for that but I will do my best to catch up with your lives.

At least I will try.