I could drown if I stay here

The first day of my period is me trying to sit as still as possible on a soft surface, waiting for the pain to intensify until that point where I need to move in order to soothe the pains. In some ways it was good that I had work yesterday, because you have to move around a lot, and you kind of have to ignore your own well-being, so you can take care of others. It keeps you distracted. Obviously, the pain doesn't go completely unnoticed. I'm glad my period showed up yesterday, as the first day is always the worst. I'm relieved I won't have to deal with this the day of my flight. It was deffo busier at work yesterday, which I had expected anyway. I'm just glad I've got a week off now. I got up kind of late compared to the past week really, but I did a thorough clean of my bedroom. (And put on a wash, etc). There's clean sheets on my bed for tonight, and for when I get back home. I'm off to my sister's tomorrow, and she told me to bring hiking clothes. We'll see, the youngest nephew seems to have gotten ill. It's like my nephews are sick 40% of the time really. I've packed most of my things. I'm only bringing my carry-on for six days. It's a challenge this time of year, because you want to bring warm things. And they're mostly always chunkier. That being said, 30% of my carry-on is gifts for the kids. I'm excited for a brief get-away, though most of the time I get home more exhausted (kids are exhausting). However, it'll be nice to be reunited with all of the sisters, and it'll be really nice to surprise Volla with her hen-party. It seems like Marble and Kiwi finally found a date for their birthday celebrations. Marble also informed me that Ale will be visiting in a few weeks, which is nice. I just went to the post office to pick up a package which included some exciting skin-care. However, one of the products I received was not what I ordered, and it's really annoying because I had to pay shipping, and I would have to do the same to return the product. So I'd basically have to pay for their mistakes. I'm kind of infuriated, so I wrote them an angry e-mail. At least I got the product I was most excited about. My only plans for the evening is a work-out and a shower. (And probably have a bowl of ice cream). 

Takes a while to regain what is lost inside. And I hope that in time you'll be out of my mind

Inside of McDonalds, each of us have our different flavoured McFlurry's. Jen and I are singing along to Out Of Reach by Gabrielle. All of the Bridget Jones movies have amazing soundtracks, and they never fail to make me sing along. Jen is practically serenading my belieber friend at this point, I'm eating ice cream and laughing, and it makes me feel a bit like we're a part of another episode of Bridget Jones. As it is, Bridget herself is so relatable, hence why she's so bloody loved. We've seen her fall face down in the mud both literally and figuratively, and most parts of life is just that. She mourns, does stupid things, but most importantly, she gets up on her feet every bloody time (whether that's her own initiative or her pals), regardless if she's just mortified herself on national television. I somewhat broadened my palate yesterday-- not by the McFlurry. We shared a table full of small platters with different exciting tastes, half of which we couldn't guess what was. It was really nice to try something new. We ended up at a bar with the most expensive beer I've ever seen. I only stayed for a bit, as I had a morning shift today. My belieber friend was shocked when I told her this, because she had assumed I was working an evening shift. 95% of my working weekends, I do exactly that. I can't remember the last time I worked a morning shift on Saturday, then the evening shift on Sunday. It was a really calm shift, which was a really nice reprieve. By the time I got home, my brother was vacating the sofa, and I could almost forget about him moving out. He was however, only here to pick up some more things in which I had nagged at him about clearing out. Although it's been a calm day, I feel strangely tired. My face is housing new zits, which is either hormonal or just because of the load of crap I've inhaled this week. Oh, and don't think that means I won't be eating more ice cream later on. I'm still waiting on my period, which will most likely turn up around the time I travel to my sister's. It really is just my luck.