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January 15, 2004
I would say no use crying over spilt milk, but we're not talking about milk here. No, what's being spilt is a crimson tide. Another life not taken. And you think you're doing a good thing, not bringing another into this wretched, miserable world. But your body is telling you something different. It's cramping up in protest as the walls break down. It's finished whispering and now it's shouting, telling you you're still an animal and an animal's main goal in life is to reproduce, which you aren't doing, as your crimson tide points out.

Motrin should quiet that voice.