Of Coffee, Dishes and Gypsy's

So....it's that time again.
The three days of every month that I dread.
Which, of course, means the chocolate cravings, cramps, back pain, irritability and overall extreme hunger are back.
I'm sitting at my desk, drinking a cup of black coffee with cinammon and preparing to write.
I've been getting on my own nerves lately, mainly because I have to have certain dishes for certain things.

• Chocolate milk--The plastic martini glass and allow myself no more than the glass will hold.
• Regular milk--The indigo plastic cup that I got in third or fourth grade.
• Coffee--The black coffee mug with the red horseman
• Chew/Spit ritual--The little green plastic bowl that no one ever uses for anything
• Toast--The smallest thinest plates we own
• Spoons--When mixing something, I use straight-handled spoons, when eating with them, I use curved handled spoons.

During family meals I have to eat everything seperately on my plate, starting with the healthiest/lowest calorie and eating as slowly as possible and drinking shit-tons of water (for obvious reasons).
I want to find chopsticks to eat with, because I know I can't use them, and if I have to work harder at eating, I get frustrated and give up.

The innocent gypsy spins gracefully
Swaying, losing herself in the web she has created
She's changing now
Soon there will be no turning back
Her shawls and lace wrap around her
Shielding her, protecting her, consuming her
Soon she will be trapped
Yet still she spins