the human megadose of ex-lax

that's me, or who i want to be. i'm not interested in being correctol ("the gentle corrector") today; i want to correct some people violently, so they'll notice. i can hear these women in my workplace, all just out of college within the last year, discussing in a slap-happy tone their future pregnancies, and how they want to have c-sections and what a tiny scar they leave now. i want to SCREAM at them at the top of my lungs. a caesarian is a SURGERY, you idiots! you don't want to have one unless you must! scar or no scar, your body will never be like it is now! you have absolutely no guarantee your child will live, or be healthy if it does! fools!!!!!!! you make your plans laughingly now, but you have no idea how invested you'll be, how much your entire well-being will hang on every detail of that idyllic pregnancy you're planning! i want to knock all their heads together. i need to get out of here. i'm going to go see a movie. something garbagey and escapist.

note to justin: that means veggie corn dogs for dinner again. sorry. i promise i will cook a real dinner tomorrow night. it is just not possible tonight.