Period

I start my period today. Gah.

And here is my list of complaints:

1. I didn't bring any tampons with me, so therefore I shall have to put on a diaper.

2. I need a good hairdresser, period.

3. I've been trying to write a poem for P - and nothing so far. It is so difficult to create something one can put in the palm of one's hand and call it 'love', when love is as mindboggling as this.

I can't think of anything else to complain about.

I think I'm bored.

I think I should go back to the hotel room and go watch an HBO movie.

Yawn.