I love Midol...

...Seriously. I don't know what's in it, but I love it. It took my horrible cramps and made metaphorical mincemeat of them. I was able to move about last night, and only eat one container of BK fries, with ranch dressing. I'm sure that otherwise it would have been two or even three containers of the grease-ridden starchy goodness.

The other sovereign remedy for what ails me once a month (or in this case, once in more than a month, due to stress) is either watching Shaun of the Dead, or listening to parts of the soundtrack.

Liz: "They're for your mum, aren't they?"
Shaun: "Yeah."
Liz: "Smooth."

I managed to spend about $90 at a fabulous new store yesterday. I got frivolous things, like matching tumblers in really cool colors for the bathroom. I think I'll have finished my bathroom first, because it's the smallest room. I also got these tray things, three of them. I think they're originally meant to be wine chargers (whatever the hell that is). They're all different sizes, one is holding one of my bathroom cups on the sink. One is holding a giant candle I got for my 35th, and another is holding the survivors of The Great Lipstick Purge of '06.

In case anyone was wondering, The Great Lipstick Purge of '06 was an horrific massacre of lipcolor, lipliner, and pots of balm and gloss that happened just yesterday, around 4:30 p.m. It was Lip Makeup Cleansing, and no doubt of it. I'm ashamed and horrified that I let those little buggers stay around so long. Long enough that they began to smell of their constituents, and develop little beads of white stuff (rising moisturizers). EUW. I still have over 20 under-six-month old tubes and pots and pencils and little-paddy-applicators, so I don't feel so bad.

I want grease, fat, and deep fried lard patties....