Went climbing yesterday. Then dinner - Turkish.
Tonight: Antibalas at the Jazz Club. Damn yankees.

More Divacup news.~~~~~~~~~~~~
It's really hard to get out. Desperately fishing around in there for 10 minutes trying to extract this thing can be terrifying. This is interesting: the amount of menstrual blood produced is tiny when it's not all fluffed up by cotton and all that other crap. There is actually very little fluid/stuff.
I can pretty much insert it at first try but I'm hoping that I will get better at removal. Right now the amount of terror it inspires in me is wearing down how much I like the cup/the idea of the cup.
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Here is a good article about people who milk every last mile out of their hybrids. The efficientest of the efficient.

I'm tired. Why do I do so much all the time? I want a day to do nothing, but I've booked myself up. Maybe tomorrow night. Yeah. Nothing is happening tomorrow night :) I'll read and knit and watch a DVD and sit around and menstruate. I'll get some popcorn. It will have lots of butter on it. I'll paint my nails and do a face mask.