Nicole and the terrible, horrible, not-so-good, very bad day.

Great... I bled straight through my pants...and I like these ones. Also, it is only noon, so I have to go for another 4 hours with bloody pants on. If I knew it wasn't visible, I probably wouldn't care so much, but it is visible- so I am miserable. And I hurt. I really hope this painting class makes me feel better- I like the idea of painting-it is so romantic- just me, the brushes, the canvas, and my paint. Stupid period. Grrr, it has to ruin everything.