I'm listening to "Mary, Mary" by Chumbawumba off of the Stigmata soundtrack, and "Everybody Wants To Be A Cat" off the Aristocats soundtrack, and "Bitch" by Meredith Brooks, and those three songs together seem to quite neatly define my outlook on life right now. I'm having one of those days when I want to be Catholic, so I could have somewhere to go and confess and pray.

"Bloodsport", now.

Love is just a bloodsport.

*purrs softly* Surprisingly appropriate, that song, just now. No, I'll not go into the reasons. No, it's none of your business, whoever you are. This is personal and private and someone else's story to tell, if ever it gets told.

Amazing how strong hunger can be.

Painful task, now. My happy drug high is slipping away into frustration and mild regret and this sadness I don't ever want to deal with.

ACK.

The baby. Kicking. Cramps. Not good.

Gonna go call the doctor.

OW. So not good. This is not happening, this is NOT happening...