kyburg | It's what again?

Time to go back to Wendy's for lunch - They have free Frosties today.

So much for the diet, neh?

I'm softening Jim up for WW, just you wait. There's no way in heck I'm doing that alone - that, and other things. Oh, like dance lessons.

I also had the lovely job of breaking it to him this morning that since we had to go buy clothes this weekend, it wasn't likely that doing Disney this weekend was going to be fiscally responsible. That felt good. No, really. *rolls eyes*

If I mess up, people suffer. So I cut to the chase and try to get it over with.

Something tells me I'd like this guy. Then again, there are a ton of people out there who think that being gay automatically carries all this incredible talent for some of the oddest things. And when they discover that your gay friend doesn't have all the answers to intimacy, compassion and love - well, then - you're just another scum-sucking faggot! Get lost!

And of course, they never get any better at those things they were looking to improve because - well - they never worked on them themselves. Funny, how that happens.

Want to do something nice for a person who has to hear a lot of abuse on a daily basis? Go call Kraft Foods and tell how you like the idea that they are supporting the 2006 Gay Olympic Games in Chicago. It's a free call - 1-800-323-0768. Here's some more information on the issue. I just tested out the phone number - it's very easy to just kill them with kindness - doesn't sound like they get a lot of it.

Got the final word from Dr. Whiz-bang. We can begin some very low-tech fertility work - but only my meds are covered. Anything more is out of pocket. Since I'm not going to try anything really expensive right off the bat, this is doable.

However, I think I will likely begin my cycle right in the middle of the vacation week. Like, almost five days before we get home. Burn another month, baby. Let's see - that would put it at the end of June. That's enough time to get ready. From what I understand, it includes injections. w00t.

Jim's off both days this weekend. Who wants to make book that we spend at least six hours looking at each other going "who are you, again?"