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Sometimes I'm very proud of myself for really silly things. Tonight's example: instead of deleting a hard earned episode because there was no sound (or even calling Adam and crying for help) - I savvily (word? it is now) googled the problem and obtained the proper codec. Then I got to watch the episode where you find out Eric's scrawny no good ass broke up with Donna. This show has gone way downhill but I've got an emotional stake in it at this point - so I can't give it up. Oh, I'm also really proud of psychotic knowledge of certain tv shows.
I got super excited at the prospect of donating eggs today. I sent an email with updated availability to the donor service and hope they'll call me back soon. I got out a calendar and if these folks get their asses in gear I could totally do a retrieval over spring break. That's the thing - they have to get their asses in gear. If I'm going to be doing this shit the second week of March they need to be adjusting my cycle now. Actually, they should've adjusted it a week ago. I dunno though - the chick at the agency said something about me going off my pills for a couple of months before hand, which is unnecessary and ridiculous. Why, instead of taking advantage of my completely controlled hormonal levels and menstrual cycle, would you take me off of what's controlling it so it becomes really sporadic (if I'm not on the pill, during this time of year I have my period every two weeks, but only twice between March and September)? In theory, this is probably because long term use of oral contraceptives cause some (usually temporary) shrinking and other nonhappiness of the ovaries. First of all, that's taken care of by one of the shots I give myself...secondly, my girls don't need any help. They spring right into action. They love the hormones. They want to make eggs and lots of them. We have now stumbled upon example number three of silly things for which I'm proud of myself: My ovaries rule! Now, if you've never had your ovaries complimented (and how often does that happen?), you can't understand how incredibly flattering it is. It's nice being good at something you have absolutely no control over, lol. My body is designed for baby making - I am a sex machine. However, my body will never make its own babies and thus I spread my evil Amber seed to unsuspecting rich folk throughout the land. Watch out, North Carolina, there's an Amber spawn with your name on it. Muahahahahahaha!
Of course, I may very well get an email tomorrow saying the couple is doing something else and don't want me...but you know - sacrifice another goat for me.
Oh and I made up a new IM um...nonsensical letter thingee - along the lines of lol which grew into the btw omg wtf and my personal least favorite - roflmao (or whatever). See if you can guess what it means...I expanded from the comment on the previous entry: DPPOCJOAS
Damn, folks, it's late. To bed with this ova making codec finder!
I got super excited at the prospect of donating eggs today. I sent an email with updated availability to the donor service and hope they'll call me back soon. I got out a calendar and if these folks get their asses in gear I could totally do a retrieval over spring break. That's the thing - they have to get their asses in gear. If I'm going to be doing this shit the second week of March they need to be adjusting my cycle now. Actually, they should've adjusted it a week ago. I dunno though - the chick at the agency said something about me going off my pills for a couple of months before hand, which is unnecessary and ridiculous. Why, instead of taking advantage of my completely controlled hormonal levels and menstrual cycle, would you take me off of what's controlling it so it becomes really sporadic (if I'm not on the pill, during this time of year I have my period every two weeks, but only twice between March and September)? In theory, this is probably because long term use of oral contraceptives cause some (usually temporary) shrinking and other nonhappiness of the ovaries. First of all, that's taken care of by one of the shots I give myself...secondly, my girls don't need any help. They spring right into action. They love the hormones. They want to make eggs and lots of them. We have now stumbled upon example number three of silly things for which I'm proud of myself: My ovaries rule! Now, if you've never had your ovaries complimented (and how often does that happen?), you can't understand how incredibly flattering it is. It's nice being good at something you have absolutely no control over, lol. My body is designed for baby making - I am a sex machine. However, my body will never make its own babies and thus I spread my evil Amber seed to unsuspecting rich folk throughout the land. Watch out, North Carolina, there's an Amber spawn with your name on it. Muahahahahahaha!
Of course, I may very well get an email tomorrow saying the couple is doing something else and don't want me...but you know - sacrifice another goat for me.
Oh and I made up a new IM um...nonsensical letter thingee - along the lines of lol which grew into the btw omg wtf and my personal least favorite - roflmao (or whatever). See if you can guess what it means...I expanded from the comment on the previous entry: DPPOCJOAS
Damn, folks, it's late. To bed with this ova making codec finder!