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Ahem. Periods, in my humble opinion, are not great. They're painful, wet, and annoying.

It is a powerful thing, though, to bleed. I know. I use cloth pads now and that makes it a lot easier. I don't get as bad cramps, don't hate myself for filling up the landfills, and don't get a rash from disposable pads like I used to. I've never used tampons, since I heard from a very young age that they were Horrible For Your Body. It took me years to learn about how Horrible For Your Body disposable pads are, too, so now I use rags and old sheets and it feels very new age (or old age?) and comfortable. I mean, and bloody.

Boy, am I going too far here?

I'm sort of quiet about my period. I talk about it now, but not nearly as much as I talk about other subjects with my family. For years it was this hush-hush thing where Mom tried to get Rachel and me to talk to her about it and we just...didn't. I don't know why. Repression of mind! Awful repression!

Whatever.

It's so terribly prosaic, but I'll probably give my wages over to the family budget because money is so terribly tight because of Mom's medical stuff. Sigh. Ah well. I'm worried about being able to pay for NBTSC next year, but besides that I don't really have much to spend money on. I like to realize that I live very low-budget. It's so economical and thus good for the world and everything! Oh yes!

Ah, I don't wanna get into Liz. I shouldn't post it on the web in case someone does a search and finds this post and fires me because I wrote rude things about my boss...which I don't intend to do, because even if I have some frustrations she's really a wonderful person who I love and who's a terrific teacher and sociologist. (I just wish I had her editing job. I'm not good at being the underdog.)