Just wanted to let the interested public know that I'll be going in soon to get the eggs sucked out of me. That is, "retrieved." They call it surgery. I used to call it a procedure, but now I'm more a believer that surgery is the right descriptor. It really knocks you on your back.
I plan to be asleep for a few days, so wish me happy dreams. I don't think I can go wrong: in the last few days I've dreamed that I was a cartoon mouse stealing food and that I was writing a blog post that made a pun out of "anti-occident" and "antioxident." Neither of those scenarios works in the real world, so it's a good thing I'll be in my own one.
See you when I wake up.