Sorry, guys on my flist. But they were.
A long time ago I remember hearing about a male doctor who did some kind of "study" and determined that cramps during "that time of the month" were just a figment of women's imaginations. He should be chopped up and the pieces buried in an unmarked grave.
Thankfully when this does happen it doesn't last long. I writhed in pain from about 11:30 til 1pm, then slept for an hour, and now I feel pretty much normal again... other than feeling vaguely like I've been punched in the gut.
Working 4-10pm, although I will not be in the least surprise if I have to stay longer to help close up. In fact, I think the 10pm is probably a colossal mistake.
It's raining again. The Jerry-cat is huddled outside. Poor little bugger. It's supposed to be like this for the next week. I wish we could bring him inside.