It's not just that I don't want my legs slayed apart to some stranger. She isn't a stranger. She is the nasty woman at the uni clinic who asked Dave how often we 'make love' (in those words) three days after we started going out. She is mean, nasty and scary, and the last person that I want staring into my...well...you know.

Dave is asleep right now, but he is not going to be impressed to find out I didn't go. I think I'll just stay in my room.

I think part of the problem is that the doctor and my course director look very similar. Ick, so all I'll be able to think about is smear test's when I'm *trying* to learn linguistics.

It's now 11am. The time of my appointment. They are probably calling my name right now. I'm not there. I feel bad now. I haven't missed a single doctors apointment, like, ever. Will I get fined? Will I be expelled from the doctors? I should have gone to my apointment. It would be over now, anyway, probably.

AAarrrrggg! I hate being a woman.