They always say that the universe only gives you as much as you can handle. The universe must have realized that I cannot handle anything today. My already-shortened fuse has been snipped to near non-existence by the sudden, suprise arrival of my period. If I were having sex with someone other than me, I’d have been worried. But I figured my monthly cycle was in hiding from all the work and family related stress.

When I got home tonight I had grand plans of curling up on the couch with the most vapid viewing material I could find. Instead, I spent an hour on the phone with Al, the cutest girl on earth™, providing technical and moral support. By that point my fuse vanished.

So after gathering up some dinner, I set about for the vapid viewing. Since nobody loves me enough to buy me a single season of Dawson’s Creek on DVD, my plan included popping some Sex and the City into the VCR at which point some hardcore brainless vegging would ensue. As I turned to pop the tape in the VCR, I remembered there is no VCR. I hadn’t ever plugged the nonsense in after Sister #4 took her super swanky TV with her to Udaho.

It was enough to send me over the edge, and I began to cry.

I sat in the comfy green chair snuffling and pouting and cursing the god that made me, while surfing through the 392 channels available for my viewing pleasure.

And what should my eye spy?

A motherfucking Dawson’s Creek marathon on Noggin. Praise be to Noggin. It is easily the best thing to happen to me in about a month.