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...to go almost 2 weeks without starting another period. I thought I had enough time to get my mail-order scrip for BC pills, but that jerk Reagan's funeral made the mail a day late, so I missed a day. One day. I even took a 4 year-old Provera pill thinking it would help stave off the inevitable, but nothing doing. I've continued to spot the whole time; we're on week six now. I can feel my guts starting to knot up already. Fuck, looks like it will be another Vicodin-hazed Adult Swim night. :(
