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Another long-ass boring day at work. Coming in at ten should've made the day go much faster, but I guess that a morning that starts with one's yearly gynecological exam isn't going to improve much after that.

Eh. Yearly exams aren't that big of a deal . . . they're more of an inconvenience than anything else. Next year, when I turn thirty-five, I can look forward to the joys of my first mammogram!

You should hear my doc when she says this. It's like I've just won a prize or something.

Goofy lady.

Cut for the modest, squeamish, or disinterested. :)

( New birth control information! )

So I guess we'll see how it works out. I'll keep you all posted.

Feel free to ask me questions about it . . . I'm not shy about stuff like that.