Pass the Kahlúa

This morning’s pee-stick was negative even when I left it on the windowsill for an hour, and then glared at it until my eyes crossed.

Arse. I went through all the ritual booze-and-coffee-avoidence and concomittant Awkward for nothing. Arse arse arse shittety shit damn and blast.

But I can’t be totally gloomy. Other deserving people‘s peesticks are behaving better. Just… don’t mention it to them.


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