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Breakfast at Norman's

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Cross-posted by Stacy on on 10.17.06:

5:55 am and I can't sleep anymore. Not that I'm not ridiculously tired, but you know how it is. So, I get up and decide to go have breakfast and brainstorm some things to share with you. My server approaches- really nice lady. I say something about it being the butt crack of dawn and she and I begin to laugh. Both still chuckling, she walks away and I begin to peruse the menu.

That's when it happened. (Queue the psycho music)

Suddenly and without warning, my laughing descends into the beginnings of crying. It's the whole nine yards- huge painful knot in my throat, tears welling, lip quivering. Try as I might, I can't seem to squeeze it back. My logical brain is saying, "what's going on?" but I've got no control here. I turn my face toward the wall in a desperate attempt to conceal my temporary madness and thankfully soon manage to breath myself out of it. Phew, situation averted.

Not even an hour later, I'm following Jen out to one of our Tampontification tour stops in magnificent Superior, CO. The sun is shining, the air is perfect and crisp, and the Rocky Mountain range commands the background in all its glory. The scene is simply spectacular. Then, just as suddenly as at breakfast, emotion totally overwhelms me only this time it's this amazing rush of warm fuzzy nectar sweetness. Really good stuff. I'm feeling entirely blissful and almost euphoric and like this thing we are doing is so important and I'm so proud to be a part of it.

Aye uye uye. What the hell just happened here?

You got it. This is PMS if I've ever seen it.

Geez Louise. Normally I'm not this bad with the PMS. I try to watch what I eat, stay in balance, foster happiness-- you know, those types of things. But, I am traveling and am totally out of my element I guess, so I'm trying to cut myself some slack. Who knows the goings on of the female body sometimes...

Whatever it is, watch out everyone. I have a feeling this one's going to be a doozy. A knee-buckling, toilet-loving, hot pad-needing, possibly-puking, oozy doozy bugger of a period. Rather good timing I should think for such an intense menstrual experience-- just in time for me to share EVERY MINUTE of it with lucky you!

For this particular moment (but no guarantees five minutes from now)- peace and love to you all.

Until next time,

stacie on crazy day