Messages From Andromeda VII
11.30.98

Hello, my dearest. I felt the need to sit down and babble in your general direction for a while, so please forgive the following flood of non-sequiturs and pointless crap...
So,  went to see the gynecologist, who refused to do any tests at all until I see Dr. Michelle about birth control pills. Ok, that takes some explaining. Michelle's my endocrinologist (as I've probably told you), and she thinks that birth control pills have an averse effect on diabetics, while Dr. Carter (the gynecologist) thinks that the risk of pregnancy is far more dangerous than the pills. Thanx much, but I'm with Carter on this one...
Which brings me to the implications of such  change in my standard procedures...:::wide smile:::...I'm sure you follow...
So, I dropped off some of the film from the trip, and I hope to pick it up before I go to see you tomorrow...yes, that would be around 8am...why do you ask?...tee-hee.
I think I'll go blow up a federal building...I'm reminded of a line from a Megadeth song: "Kill a man, and you're a murderer; kill many, and you're a conqueror; kill them all, and you're a god"...and so I say to you "Conqueror today, god tomorrow"...I think I'll start with the post office...
Yeah, so I cooked dinner last night to show everyone that I was sorry for being an asshole when I first got home...which reminds me that I should bring you some leftovers -- unfortunately, the potato soup is gone, so you'll have to suffer linguine a la roma with no appetizer. I did however manage to defend a small chunk of peach cobbler for you.
Enough of edward the domestic goddess.
I popped the grenade you guys gave me, but nothing happened, so I guess I drained it in my sleep...that and I killed a houseplant...oops!

love you more than sleep could kill,
c0demuse
Monday, 11.30.98
12:53 pm

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