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So, while Iapos;ve been finding a growing use for voice-posts to announce all things Marching Band, I often forget all the interesting things.� Today was very interesting.� And painful.

I was smart enough to bring my crutches today, which I thought would save me on a lot of pain.� Unfortunately, some malevolent deity had other plans in mind.�Just as we reentered the stadium to watch the other bands perform, I got these really, REALLY bad menstural cramps.� Which, you know, was nothing new, Iapos;m kinda used to randomly keeling over in x-treme pain, Iapos;ve been doing so since I was 11, but this time the pain was so intense that I actually threw up from it T__T So I got a bunch of pink-orange vomit on the stadium, and I feel really bad that someone had to clean it up...I was able to make it to the trash can eventually though, so the poor custodians didnapos;t need to clean up as much *sends love to poor custodians*.� And then I was taken to the first aid room, where I had to lay down, still with mind-numbing cramps, for three hours and try to sleep it off.� Of course, after I got a little shut-eye, I felt much better and happily crutched up the stadium stairs to find my friends and relate this story to them. XD
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