Chocolate is the cure

There's a Nestle's Crunch bar in my schoolbag. It's been there for at least a month. I haven't eaten it (yet). My co-worker handed it to me one day in return for a favor. I reminded her that she didn't have to bribe me, and I really did try to give it back, but she insisted. Just twisted my arm. Ouch. Uh-huh. I was totally forced to accept this chocolate bar.
Segue to the current day. My period is starting, I had a challenging day at school teaching sex ed to sixth graders, and now I sit with a cup of sugar free Cafe Vienna in front of me. I plan to read the newspaper or pick up a book and slowly sip this delectable beverage. I just haven't decided what my after-school snack will be.
I've been rereading the Harry Potter series in preparation for the summer debut of the seventh and last in the series. I just pulled the third, Prisoner of Azkaban, off my shelf last night. I really enjoy observing the writer's craft, the way JK Rowling develops her plots. I hadn't realized that she uses the term "Azkaban guards" for several chapters before actually introducing the Dementors by name.
Come to think of it, the newspaper and the real world can wait. I think I'll combat this PMS with a cozy blanket, a cup of Cafe Vienna, and a Harry Potter book. And if I encounter any of those nasty dementors --
I might have to open my school bag for the cure.

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