I'm not pregnant.  After being three weeks late and going between moments of denial with underlying stress and moments of paranoia with very present stress, i finally got my period.  And i'm still stressed as hell.  I ate my weight in everything  in sight last night and today as well.  Summer is almost here.  Aleks is almost gone.  I skipped all my classes today.  And therapy.  I get fingerprinted tomorrow.  I don't want to go to the gym today.  I don't want to do anything.