The whole thing is fucked, regardless of who you believe. And I'd really prefer if it doesn't fuck with law on legit-signed-waiver-sperm-donors. Because my brother is one. Which sometimes unnerves me, to think there may be a genetic part of my brother out there I don't know and measuring that against the unbearable cuteness of my known nephew. OTOH, my brother is damned cute and smart and... And it makes me smile. I don't know that I would really have issues with donating eggs, because it would give someone hope for what they want. And that's a nice thing. So I get over unnerved. Plus, the whole nurture shit. The necessary drugs and whatnot DO give me pause for me. As does offering my late-blooming-acne on anyone. But anyway, someone should pick him from his profile. Cause he's a sweetie and got the good stuff from our parents!
In other news, there is a mouse loose in my apartment. This doesn't make me smile. If Devi doesn't catch it in the next couple hours, I'll wake to it dead in my bed. So I'm drinking. Damnit.