.9/24/01I bashed my left breast up against the side of my chair asI sat down to write this. Right now, I suppose the womenare wincing, the men are loo...ing at them incredulously, andI just hope there's no real damage. My breasts don't feelanything, neither the sharp pain of a chair back, nor thesoft, sensual, fulfilling pull of a baby's mouth. It's beenthat kind of day.I arose at 7, and put on the same outfit I wore to speak toMichele's class Thursday, a long gray skirt and lavenderblouse, but. Staying low, you climb over the side and lower yourself into the cool water with barely a ripple. It’s a bit further to the islands shore than you guide boasted he could get you, but you feel that this is no time for complaining. Unlike your guide you choose not to remind him of what he already knows and set off without a word.The swim is tense but remains gentle by necessity. As you get closer to the crescent cove, you begin to aim for the more deserted, shadow filled side. Seaweed floats like. The thing that pisses me off the most is that all the jock guys at the gym go ga-ga over them. In the meantime I’m just trying to find a guy who is like me. I hate going out with a guy and realizing that he probably wears a slimmer sized jeans than I do. That’s something that all the little bitches at the gym don’t have to worry about. All of those thoughts rush through my head as I put on one of my sports bras, throw the same tank top I slept in over it and pull on a pair of sweats over my. One of the things I saw was a restaurant, where dragons in their human forms were eating massive plates of food. Selalea explained that even though they look small, they still have the appetite of a very large being.Before long, she led me to something I had seen before on television. On top of a raised platform, was a large circular object made out of stone, and dragons were transiting through it.“Is that a stargate?” I asked.“A stargate? Ah ... you are referring to that television show where.