drugs for crybabies

yesterday i forgot to eat lunch because i just got too busy to think about it.

so when i got home at four or five, i wanted a salad. my blood sugar was way low and i needed something right then. so i opened the fridge and grabbed my salad. it was one of those that comes in a bag, very convenient, and i had gotten it the day before.

it was frozen.

a stream of explitives began to flow from my mouth.

and then i started crying.

i hadn't cried since south america i think. and over something as stupid as a salad...? i must have been experiencing the hormonal difficulties that come with being normal. but why not last month? last month these difficulties manifested themselves in a three-day-long headache. i guess yesterday, the frozen salad was the last straw. on top of my uncertainty of the direction of my life, my soledad, the fucking fall and god damn end of daylight savings time, morons who throw away something that could be grand under a stupid-ass pretext, and my unruly face. i'm actually still a little upset about the salad, it was such a waste!

so i went and put on an estrogen patch. yes these are normally for older women but my doctor said to try it as it may help prevent the headaches. and i figured since i was being so weepy it was the right time to start drugging myself.

let's not forget: es importante que uno se sienta querido.