I'm Not Asleep, My Eyes Are Just Closed

The setting : Busy day in the Infertility clinic The characters : One clueless doctor, one nearly thirty nulliparous lady Doctor : So, Mrs. X.... (rustles some paperwork). The treatment we have been giving you has worked, your hormone levels are now normal. (beams proudly at patient). It's now up to you and your husband to get pregnant. Mrs X : Oh.... Doctor : Yes. Uh, how often do you and husband have sexual intercourse? Mrs. X : About 10 times a month. Doctor : That's about 2 - 3 times a week. Not too bad. Just keep on doing, what you are doing then. Mrs. X : But doctor, I have no desire anymore! What do I do? Doctor : (Although has always considered herself fairly open about sexual matters and can make sex jokes in front of her parents, suddenly finds herself flustered.) Well, uh, you do what you normally do... what you did when you first got married...uh, we don't have any female Viagra. At that moment of time, Doctor could not think of any decent ways to suggest to pat

I had forgotten The Winchesters for a bit (well, they left me first!), what with other obsessions taking root and then me moving town and starting a new job and clocking up to 100 working hours a week. Thankfully, the hours have eased a little and I haven't passed out in a coma everytime I come home so I get to spend a little more time with my favourite brotherly duo. The first epsisode of Season 3 was a disappointment to me, honestly, when I watched it a few months ago, and it made me run back to my new television hero, Dexter Morgan from the equally terific TV show Dexter (why is it terrific? Because the hero is a crime scene investigator for the Miami Police by day and a serial killer who chops people up at night. Woo!) But on this recent vacation I've had the chance to get reacquainted with the Supernatural guys and forgive me for losing the faith the first time around because aren't they just the most adorable couple of wise-cracking, world-saving hunks you ever set