Just as my vagina was once again pulsating with newfound horniness, my body decides to revolt with buckets of snot and other related yuckiness.

The day started off quite lovely indeed, nevertheless I spent Saturday in a downward spiral - both physically and emotionally. I nearly had a seizure on MW over a bag of lettuce. By Sunday, the transition was complete. I walked around the house with my baggiest, most shapeless clothes, hair askew, no contacts, and a trail of soiled kleenex whereever I went. I had a fever, and absolutely no energy to do nothing. I spent the day sleeping, and feeling guilty that MW had to listen to my various bodily noises. I was not a fun person to be around, and I must have looked terrible. Nevertheless, it didn't stop him from groping me from time to time. Y'know, a little groping can do a lot for a girl's well-being. Take note.

I took yesterday off. I hated taking a sick day so early in the game, but there was no way I could manage. I managed to come in today, but I am nearly useless. I managed for forget about a staff meeting this morning, and some mystery meeting I was supposed to have at 9:30 that I knew nothing about. Oh hoorah. I've gotten angry phonecalls from hotel staff, and the only person that can help me figure anything out is away for a week. Jesus Christ.

You know, it's funny. In my last time, I had the same feeling of trepidation in anxiety. However, as time went on, things kept improving. This day was always better than the one before. In this job, though, it seems like things just keep getting worse.

I know, I know. I'm just sick and tired and want to complain. But, damnit, I want my vagina back.