I don't often actually rant at my body, much as I feel I want to. No point, is there. But for God's sake body, will you give me a bloody break? It's the last (hopefully) period before all the nasty bits are cut out of you, can't you let up for a minute? I mean, come on. All I am making you do is sit here and attempt to type, how hard is it to not hurt? I have given you painkillers, what, you want more codine? You want all my other organs to bugger up as well? Is it not enough to ensure that I can't wear 80% of my jeans because of bloating, you have to make sure that everything else is crap to. Well bollocks to you.
Current Mood: monumentally pissed off
Current Music: Jameroqui