Saturday Night Blues

So it's Saturday night and I've cancelled my plans with Erica in order to stay home and lay low. The idea is that if I do so, the pain I am experiencing in my lower right ovary will go away. Of course, I'm guessing it's my ovary. That's where the pain was last time--and I ended up having surgery on the poor thing. So I'm now just going to pretend that the pain is nothing. Normal, in fact. Something as simple as cramps or gas. The worst part in all of this--I keep bursting into tears. I don't think gas would do that to you. Ah, hormones. I watched The Believer this morning, and Paragraph 175 this afternoon. Has me thinking a lot about being Jewish and a lesbian. I would have been killed during WWII for sure. On that note...I'm off to make tea and work on a scrapbook for my nephew Jake. He's been asking me for a year now, "Aunt Lisa, where's my book?" The guilt is overwhelming.