The only thing I can think about is that my breasts are no longer tender, they are painful, and with five days to go before my expected period, this can only be the very worst ever PMS, just when I thought it was getting better with my vitamins and herbs regimen, or that maybe finally I'm actually pregnant. (Normally, I would apologize for the run-on, but in this case it's necessary.) At work last night I wrapped a blanket from the warmer around my chest to relieve the discomfort, I went to bed with the heating pad on my boobs, and as soon as I woke up, I put on a very supportive bra, which I don't think I'll be removing anytime soon. Well, I took it off to shower, but I regretted that decision. Now, I never wear a bra anymore. I'm a 32B and a supportive tank top works just fine, I don't need a binder. I have to find one first to put one on. Other than that, I'm just plain bitchy, but only to j., and he handles it very well, I might add. Enough self-centered blather for one day.