Sometimes, you have to leave the corpses in plain sight.

So, I wanted to rely my wonderful experience buying yeast infection cream at 4am at Walgreens. Yeah. Lots of musing lately.

So I walk in there, it's 4am. Get my cream, decide to buy a soda so I don't just walk in there buying yeast infection cream all by itself at 4am.

The guy checking me out decides to make conversation. Now, pause a moment, when I get yeast infections, I feel sore a day, then BAM. Itchy. Twitchy. Twat. I'm sure he was just being nice, or whatever, but he says
"So, you had a nice night so far?"
And I reply, while thinking, my vagina's on fire. My night has sucked.
"It's been alright I guess." Twitch.
"Can't sleep?" He says.
Hell no. My twat. It itches. Put the shit in the bag, so I can go use it. I'm not buying it 'just in case' I might come up with a yeast infection between now and 2009, I'm buying it because my shit itches. Like now.
"Nah. I work late, takes me a bit to wind down." I say.

Finally, antifungal cream is in the bag and I am home free.

That's my story. I'm a bit better now. The itching calmed down. I want sex.