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It's a short entry tonight, because I'm too lazy to do anything substantive. I've had an entire weekend of aggressive relaxation -- yay, three-day weekends! -- and the only thing that's left of my brain after more than the recommended daily allowance of television and food is the ability to write in short, one-syllable sentences.

Yuhri take bath. Yuhri read book. Yuhri brush head.

Yuhri go New York.

Work is sending me out to the Big Apple (TM) as of tomorrow, a decision that initially filled me with joy but is now doing more to fill me with, well, nausea. Like any classic karmic scenario, my body has seen fit to launch me into full-scale PMS just a few scant days before. While normally that doesn't mean anything -- in Yuhri-land, PMS just means "Possibly Menstrual Symptoms," since my uterus is often too apathetic to go beyond the PMS to the actual MS -- this evening I came home to discover that, well. Let's just say I've gone dipping in the diaper well.

TMI, anyone?

So there we go. If I run true to form, I'll need to change my clothing at least once tomorrow, seeing as how it's the first day of my period. My uterus, as though to make up for prior lethargy, always makes up for its failures during the first few days of my period. This usually involves "cleansing" the system of the backlog of blood that has built up in the system over the months between.

...which all leads me to the point of all this, which is that in a few hours, I'm going to be in New York. Brooklyn, to be exact. From Wednesday to Saturday I can be found at the 4th Avenue Comfort Inn -- or at least reached there, mostly -- while I labor on my company's behalf and fight off the worst effects of anemia.

I promise you all stories when I get back. Like a good little girl, I'm taking my laptop. Will you believe me if I swear I'll write a journal entry every night and upload them when I get back?

Me neither.