Día Número 31

Welp. Ute-Roy has arrived. Unfortunately, Burt-e-Roy is deceased, or we'd have a real party. In honor of the vicious cramps wrecking my body, I've put together a photo montage for your enjoyment, so that I can lay more and write less. However, please note that, though I'm physically disabled upon the arrival of the period, I am emotionally more lucid than I have been the past couple PMS-filled days.

Be encouraged. If nothing else, you have all the grace of my horrendous uterine pains coming your way. The roomies love you, too. 

Ponder love today.