Woke up around 8am. I could’ve slept tHrough till 10. What’s the matter with me? Ah yes. The monthly visitor is at it again. Gone are the fits, emotional outbursts and the seemingly endless questions on my sanity. Or maybe just the first two are gone. Whatever.
First thing I did, once I drowned the Pain located in the lower extremes of my body (don’t ask), was to grab my newly bought *SoPhie Kinsella book, The Undomestic Goddess and read to my heart’s content. Until the pain becomes unbearable again. Insert whimper here. Since having breakfast was out of the question, can’t really eat when You can only feel the pain, I decided to immerse in the book even more. See reading is a means of escape from reality or in this case, from mensTrual pains. There’s just something comforting with picturing tHe characters and the scenery in my head.
The Undomestic Goddess is all about Samantha Sweeting, a workaholic lawyer whose only dream is to be partner in this hot shot firm she’s working at. But then she mAde a huge mistake, the only mistake she made, causing her to have some sort of meltdown and retreat from the city. Having no idea where she was, she accidentally landed herself a job as a housekeePer. She then met Nathaniel the gardener. He introduced her to his mother so she could learn everything there is to know about being a housekeeper. Then after the rather disastrous event in her life, she managed to pick up the Pieces and snag a man in the process.
Now whY can’t I be like that? I am in the brink of my pre-midlife crisis here. I should be able to find love, get a kick aSs job then yell at my old life sayIng, “Booyah! Many thanKs for the termination.” Or something along thosE lines but no. I am forced to live the bittEr life of the unemployed and the nightmare that is job hunting. Perfect…not!
*Sophie Kinsella is the New York Time’s bestselling author of the Shopaholic novels
Title courtesy of Placebo’s album title
