Nature abhors a vacuum.
I hate cleaning house. I mean hate it. Fortunately for me, I saw this fantastic super-easy solution to getting all my housework done on Clay Baboons. Unfortunately for me, setting the alarm seems like so much work.
I did manage to wash some dishes today (in the sink because this house doesn’t have a dishwasher, either). A sinkful of soapy water pleases me. In my glee, I popped a giant soap bubble. Immediately after I did this, the surface of the water the bubble had occupied was filled with smaller suds, racing toward each other, until the hole was gone. The way I see it, my empty uterus goes against the laws of nature, and nature should be doing everything in its power to fill it up. So what if we only have a measly 300,00 sperm? Nature says my uterus must be occupied.
Also, you may have noticed I added a new page: Poems. This is where all the poems I’ve published on a monthly basis can be found, along with new and improved versions of some of them. This month’s poem is coming soon!