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Last night was a repeat of the horrid pain experienced last summer. Same deal: monthly cramp misery, too many Aleves on top of Tylenol PM. Mistake. Mistake. Mistake. I slept from 11:00 to 2:00, when I woke up with a giant OW and never really made it back to sleep. Never again. Someone at work gave me a hershey bar because she said I looked like I needed it so I ate half of it earlier and wished the entire time that I had a jar of peanut butter to dip it in. And all afternoon my mouth has been fantasizing about a big soft ballpark pretzel, the kind that has the big-assed salt and that leaves grease on your fingers. Ah, glorious time of the month. Once upon a time there was a journaler named Lizzie B. She had an online journal called "yes I said yes I will yes." I knew her as a lovely writer and a lovely person. We lost touch for a while until recently she wrote to me and asked me if I've listening to The Weepies and said if not that I should. I had never heard of The Weepies and because I suck about e-mail sometimes I didn't even respond to the lovely Lizzie B. Then I heard a song on Everwood that brought tears to my eyes, as songs on Everwood often do. Then Erin wrote an entry about going to see The Weepies in concert, and I commented that I really think I need to start listening to The Weepies. Then Jessamyn read my comment at Erin's site and wrote to me about HER love for The Weepies and shared the titles of some of her favorite songs by them, which I promptly bought along with the one from Everwood, which by the way was called Comfort and is by the female half of The Weepies. I've only just begun to listen to them, but I know I already love them. That sounds strange, but I think that's just how music is sometimes. Sometimes it has to grow on you, and sometimes it's love at first listen.
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