Monday, my period started with a vengeance. Tuesday I was treated to some truly memorable cramping. In the morning I was in so much pain my hands were shaking. I was sitting in my English class, trying to pay attention to the instructor, and observing the trembling in my hands. It would have been very interesting at another time, but right then I was just thinking, “Damn, if they’re shaking like that it means I can’t perform self-surgery with my ball-point pen and gouge that bitch out of my gut. Which is too bad, because it would hurt less.”
And guys wonder why women don’t appreciate jokes about PMS.
