"There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams. There'll be plenty of new dreams..."

I'm done.  Have had enough.

After two promising lines yesterday, today has proven to be a lot of nothing.  Well, except for the faint (but very real) line this afternoon... but really, who can trust blue dye?


I just can't even imagine doing this again.  I know that by comparison, we haven't been trying that long... but I'm high strung and my brain is very small and makes rattling noises.  I can't handle this shit.


Of course, I keep telling myself that it's not over till it's over.


My boobs are so sore and swollen... like two little hot air balloons.


Fuck this noise.