Yesterday I felt so angry I could strangle a chicken. Right now I'm drowning in thick murky soup. The heaviness travels down my marrow like cream through a straw. I'd like to do what DL said. "Just punch him in the balls." A response would be nice. I wish I had known about that counter image trick beforehand.

I'm off to Planned Parenthood. This is all part of a large naive stratagem as Gerulf says.

backtrack ; to the end