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Dear Universe

Hi there, me again. Sorry to bother you when you are so busy with black holes and dark flow stuff but there's something I need to ask.

Are you conspiring against us with that dotty old witch mother nature?

It's that time of the month again... no, not that time of the month... but the time of the month when we try not to think too much about the implications of sex and try to pretend that it's not filled with dark portents of doom and reminders of babyloss and try to enjoy it for the sexy fun that it used to be... oh yes, and *whispers* make a baby.

And then my throat feels as if it's coated in sandpaper and I start sniffling and snuffling and...

For goodness sake, I had NO colds last year at all and this year I have already had 3! And the last 2 were at this time of the month too!

What, oh wise and ancient universe, the hell are you playing at?! Take the globular clusters from your ears and listen... an alarm? Yes, that's my bloody biological clock going off. And it's rattling itself from the shelf.

You are making me write in italic. And bold.

Pack it in.




ps. conception vibes urgently needed