Red Sea Blues

Ten o'clock.... I'm sitting here in pink jogging pants, stuffing my face with sweet potato cocoons and gettin' "all hopped up on Mountain Dew". My period better hurry up and start. Last night I insulted an unfortunate looking sixteen year old boy, for no other reason than he found something funny and I, all swollen and miserable, have found nothing funny for the past two days. My boobs are so sore that it is uncomfortable to lay down. It is uncomfortable to sit up. It is uncomfortable to stand. It's uncomfortable to be awake.
I need drugs.
But not the make-your-hair-thin-teeth-fall-out- kind.
Just something to knock me out and make me nicer person.

I could go for a Valium and some sex. In that order.