Its that time of month again, the time when my body starts its psychological warfare campaign. The offering this time was cramps. They were bad enough that I made the gamers leave early last night. They also woke me in the night after the hot water bottle had shifted away from the affected area, causing me to cave and go get some tylenol. Even though it was exactly seven days post retrival I am not going to entertain the I word. I am wise to my body's nefarious ways. It's just the progesterone talking. Either that or its a side effect of the recent successes in the banannas and Metamucil campaign. You're not fooling anyone, body. I know all your sneaky tricks.