Thanks!

(Mostly, they had totally out-of-context statistics, like the 10% failure rate with "normal usage." I'd been taught in health class in high school that that meant that, among couples who said that condoms were their primary method of birth control -- meaning that they usually used them, but maybe sometimes not -- 10% of them got pregnant. These girls had learned that the same statistic meant that, in real-world situations, as opposed to controlled ones where everything is done perfectly, 10% of acts of intercourse with a condom resulted in pregnancy.)

Also, The 10% failure rate. Ugh. What irks me even more than that is if someone promised me a 90% chance of winning the lottery everytime I played, I'd be thrilled. 10% = not perfect of course, but good lord, better than your odds of 50% otherwise!

This is just making me think of the episode of Friends where Joey actually read the box of condoms and was horrified that it said they weren't 100% effective.

Part of the problem is that I can't look up or down without pain. I fully expect net gains in a day or two, but man, do I feel like a milquetoast right now. It's not even as painful as a bad migraine. It's just...like damp weather.

Yuk.

Boo!

Hiss!

That's no good, ita.

I came home from work, sat at the computer, felt futless. Realized I hadn't checked a bunch of email addresses in a while, so I did that. And then I felt horribly guilty about how CRAP I am at keeping up with email, how disorganized I am, how I should have checked my transit card balance before now, and worked myself into a flail.

So I send in a customer service request for my transit pass and tried to consolidate a bunch of stuff over to one email address.

Baby steps.

Being a grown up sucks.

Being a grown up sucks.

Oh hell the fuck yeah. glaring at $900dental bill so soon in the new year.

Earthquake?

Sara, that's a fast start out of the gate. Hopefully you don't spend too much more time in the chair.