:: :: a curse upon all you cavewomen :: ::

to my evolutionary foremothers:

i really wish that you had found a way to nurture and protect the women who didn't feel crappy during the first trimesters of their pregnancies. it's just not fair that the women who survived and reproduced and thus passed their genes on down the long, long line to me had to be the ones with the nausea and headaches and exhaustion.

damn you, foremothers. my head hurts. i can't eat. or i'm starving. i feel nauseated half the time and sleepy the rest of the time. i pretty much hate you, ladies. sorry, but it's true.