fuck this.

This month's presents from my reproductive system: a whole 3½ days of hormone migraines and a pimple on my lower lip that's radiating so much pain despite several applications of aloe that I keep forgetting I don't have a canker sore and a tooth falling out. It's like extra-SUPER-powered pain for no logical reason - much like a hormone migraine in fact.

Apropos of which, I know that often hormone migraines can be ameliorated by taking painkillers a few days in advance, but in practice I have never managed to be organized enough to keep track of which day that would be because that would require planning ahead and I frequently don't even know which day of the week it is. Perhaps some sort of alarm system on my calendar, but I'd be stymied again by the fact that you can't buy more than like 30 pain pills at a time in Finland and they're ridiculously expensive. I stocked up on ibuprofen when I visited my parents, but I didn't bother with aspirin or acetominophen/paracetamol.

Now trying to decide what to watch while I attempt to finish crocheting these fingerless gloves for my sister. All that's left are the thumbs. (I hate the thumbs.)

Hunter Original Wellingtons in green and pink

This post is dedicated to the fact that I love my candy-apple-red ankle-high random-poetry-covered Ratia wellies, but the rainy season in Finland has unfortunately proven to be too hardcore for them: namely, I always emerge from a walk in the rain (even to and from bus stops and with an umbrella) with the cuffs of my pants wet even if they are tucked into the boots. Of course I could just put plastic bags on my feet but I'm rather coveting a taller pair of rainboots.