The factory is silent. Its assembly line stands motionless. Somewhere off in the darkness, a buzzer sounds. One by one, lights begin to flicker and illuminate on long-unmanned diagnostic panels, giving a sense of enormity and complexity and scale to the machinery. The low hum of power supplies warming up comes next, followed by the higher and louder whine of turbines and electric motors. A whistle sounds, and one by one, employees begin to file in and take their places at the controls. Purposed for a single task, whose time has now come, the factory slowly comes to life...

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Hey, look what I peed on!



Yes, it's true:

I can aim with laser-like precision onto a piece of absorbent material! Take that, men!











I am *never* late, so when I got back from Pittsburgh last week, and I realized that I hadn't needed all that feminine protection I had packed, I was pretty suspicious...

I told Craig of my suspicions on Father's Day. The next day we went out to CVS and picked up a two pack of tests, figuring: they don't normally give a false positive, but they may give a false negative. If it comes out negative the first time, I could try again in a few days. If it came out negative again, I would just go to the doctor because obviously something was wrong.

I finally worked up the nerve to go through with it. I didn't know which outcome would freak me out more. Before I even got out of the bathroom that second line was going pink, but I still couldn't look for the next 3 minutes. I put it on a piece of paper on the coffee table, and covered it with another piece of paper while Craig checked his watch...

I soon would realize that I'd be putting the second test away for at least another 9 months...
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