April 1, 2005 - You keep hoping right up 'til the bleeding starts

so, if anyone feels the need to go out drinking tonight, I will be at Kimo's. Bunny is playing tonight, and, as a Mrs. Bunny, I, of course, will be there. And, I will be drinking. Perhaps a lot. You see, the donnelly is having a bad day. Not for a good reason, it's hormonal, really - but it's still bad, and I am still having it. I know it's probably a bit too much info, but my uterus is fucking with me. It's decided that, since I am trying to get pregnant, it's going to randomly have a 32 day cycle - yeah, 32. For those of you who don't have a uterus, the norm is 28. I usually go about 29. So, my uterus gives me those two days to not be sure, to think that maybe, just maybe, I am pregnant. Of course, I am not and I know I am not, but, after 32 days with no period my hopes do start to get raised. Then, BAM, cramps, bleeding, mood swings (it all starts at the exact same moment. It's delightful...kill me.) So, yeah, I am crampy, depressed, and need to drink.
I would prefer to do my drinking at home, cleaning the guns and watching Boondock Saints over and over, but it's a Bunny night, and the last gig until the end of May, so I am heading out, and would love to see you there. I promise to be nice. Hell, between the drinks and the hormones, you may even get a sloppy drunk donnelly "I really love you, man" hug for showing up.