Well, in the words of Eric Forman, yesterday was "one rooting-tooting, big old crap of a day."
Boyfriend was being absolutely evil to me.
Ate 6 Kinder Eggs.
Early Easter.
Got a phone call from a nurse from the clinic.
Will see a psychiatrist at 10:00 next Tuesday.
Psychologist at 15:00.
No sign of periods. Should I be worried?
Think it's either the antidepressants or my nerves.
Blah, today better be better.
