In which they all prove to be bastards

As though I haven't been lied to, manipulated, heartbroken enough. Last Trustworthy Male, the most recent boyfriend, is discovered lying to me. Not about anything overly serious (well, 3 hours vs. 15 minutes), but the principle of the matter is - of course - that every male on the face of the earth proves in one way or another to be not worthy of my trust.

Add this to the fact that I have a 6.5 cm cyst on my right ovary, that continues to grow, and will require surgical removal within the next few days, and I'm having a wonderful Monday, as I am sure you can tell.

Bloody, nausea-inducing, barbituate-requiring Monday.