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what kind of idiot loses her fucking calculus book two days before the final?
me. this kind. fuck.
i think my lab partner may have picked it up. I hope. shit I hope. That 180 dollar book is supposed to last me three terms! I can handle not having it for studying, but having to buy a new one? NO!

let's talk about sperm.

I haven't mentioned this in a while... though I walk through the world feeling like I'm shopping at every sperm-carrying individual I see. It's pretty much all I think about.
So, i looked at the craigslist thing: posted, checked it out, read a lot of personalized personal ads, basically. That's just not going to happen. Realistically, it's too risky. Way too risky. And to choose such a risky path for what will inevitably be one of the top ten most important decisions in my life. If not just the number one.
SO. Here's what I think I'm going to do. When we're in SF, I'm going to go to the sperm bank in Oakland. I'll check it out, talk to some people. See what it costs to be inseminated in the clinic. Actually sit down and look at prices of shipping vs. cost of flying down when I'm ovulating. And, most likely, that's what I'll end up doing. It sounds like with this particular bank it's a sale. That's it. Just an exchange of goods and services for money. NOT based on approval.
We'll see. I was thinking, maybe, I could get someone to go with me. Possibly Jones. Or possibly someone else with the same two first letters in her name? :) wink nudge.
Anywho. That's where I'm at with that.
Back to the books I go.