Art of the Odd

My period’s almost a week late. I’ve been stressed, and a little bit feverish, so even though I had to do the “just in case” pregnancy test, I wasn’t really worried.

Not really worried.

But I was thinking about it when I put on white panties this morning. And when I thought to myself, a few hours later, “Y’know, white panties might be just the ticket to bringing on your period.”

And I was thinking about it just now when I went in to pee. As I was using the last of the toilet paper on the roll, I looked up at the shelf were we keep the extras and saw that we were out. And then I looked down and realized my period just started.

And then I started to giggle.

Good thing I wasn’t out of pads, as well.

“Fuck,” I said to NovySan last night. “Has it really been more than a month since I blogged?”

“Yes,” he answered. “And look.”

He pointed to the bottom of my last post.

“You said right here, ‘Detour.’”

So, yeah. I guess I took a detour. A few of them, actually. I haven’t been writing, I’ve barely been dancing. I’ve been working, mostly, and feeling sorry for myself.

I think that’s about enough of that.

If every blog needs at least one, “Where the hell have I been? Well, hi, I’m back!” post (and I don’t know that they do, but I’ve sure seen a lot of them), consider this one mine.