Thursday, April 24, 2003

Dear Uterus,

I have no grudge with you, specifically. Your mechanics, perhaps, but I put that down to a basic design flaw.

The problem I do have is the fact that the pain isn't contained. Is this another design flaw, or have you incited a riot?

Your (aching) Body

Annika: Ouch.
Will: I'd buy you a steel uterus, but then we can't have kids.
Annika: Maybe we can find a steel uterus that's very loving.

We laughed for about ten minutes.

I am out of disposable heating pads. Well, not really out, but I've only got one. This is disasterous. Bother.