I’m tired of having a period. I swear, I’d sell both my ovaries and all my eggs for $50,000. I’ve eaten so many advil (and other stronger painkillers) over the past 24 hours that I’m sure my liver is MAD at me. If I could go back to the Garden of Eden, I’d whup Eve’s ass myself.

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I was never bitten by the Obama bug, the only reason I voted for him in the primary was because I was angry and disappointed in the way Hillary continued to run her campaign. And honestly, I identified more with John Edwards’ politics than Hill or Obama. So when I hear interviews on the radio like I did yesterday where the interviewer is an obvious Obama dickrider I get really annoyed because I know that nothing substantive is going to come out of the interview.

Or today, when the same radio station had three candidates (one incumbent and two newcomers) talking about what they would do in Congress and it’s clear that the newcomers are completely clueless idiots that are talking bullshit and are backing policies that A. Won’t get passed; B. Wouldn’t work anyway; C. Makes them look stupid. It starts my day on the wrong foot because I end up with a headache from yelling at the radio.

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On the Marta train yesterday we were packed in like sardines. And I had to stand up on a lurching train for about 20 minutes. Another person that was also standing yelled to the crowd that this wouldn’t happen on the North South train and that the only way that things would get better is if we call MARTA and complain.

Part of me wants to agree, surely we can change things through our voices, but part of me knows that as crappy as the East-West trains are, I can’t afford to drive to work everyday. I bought gas today at $4.03 a gallon and my heart broke a little. So regardless of the quality of the train, I really don’t have any other transportation options. And many of the people who are riding the MARTA are in worse financial condition than I am. I wonder how many complaints MARTA got last night.

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I still have a month to go in my internship, but I’m already thinking about what I’m going to do for work when I get back. I have some feelers out, and I already have one offer on the table. I want make the best decision, but I don’t know what that means! Doc Barnes would tell me to stop worrying and just make a decision. And this book I’m reading Blink, says that thinking a problem to death does not increase your chances of making a better decision. *sigh*