  Fida is sans uterus, and I just took one in the ass to refain from pregnancy; feels like I've been hit with something large and heavy. I can't help but wonder, since my attention has been put to all manner of things reproductive, why is it that the female of our species gets new and unique forms of mild torture known as birth control? I ask merely for information, I'm not overtly bitter or anything. But my common sense tells me "Hey. Boys' plumbing and chemistry is a lot easier to manage, so why not manage birth control? " Right now is probably not the best time to be speculating as my ass hurts, the drug is working though my system like a toxic molasses...on the upside NO PERIODS. None. Ingenius. Swelling, pain and dripping like a faucet is not a terrifc way to spend eight or so days a month.
There's just no need. Anyways. Mostly ignored the superbowl yesterday. I mean, I probably would have paid more attention if the first three quarters didn't suck, but there you go. I wanted good ol' Jerry Rice to be the only player to win three superboals on three seperate teams, but alas, poor Jerry, your team's heads were firmly stuck in the astro turf. Age Of Mythology has a huge hold over my psyche. That game is more addictive than crack. I even dream about all my little Greeks running around, getting resources. Sending mojo did not work for Chad. Miss Complicated accepted a written invitation to go to a romantic resturant, and then, at the end of the night, told Chad that his expectations were too high, and that he was putting undue pressure on her. I assume she accepted the invitation, (complete with romantic quasi-poem) to gain a free meal, the silly bint.
I saw, at the vet's today, that a dog named Bear needs a home. She's small, an exotic aussieshepard crossed with something equally exciting, and she's going to be 2 in Feburary. What do I do? (Besides, of course, hunt down and kill the bastard who hit her. ) I feel like I don't deserve any pets after what happened with Cordy. (Lucas isn't a pet, he's my first husband. ) Fida I watch and worry over as if she's my kid, and she's got a terminal case. Would it be good for us to get another dog? Would it be, more importantly, good for Bear to come here and live with us? Ok. Off I go, to build and destroy things. 
