Straight rights. Questions of equality. Heterosexual rights. Yes, I am using that term. In university housing, heterosexuals do not enjoy the opportunities of homosexuals. Homosexuals couples can live together. Heterosexual couples cannot. Inequality. Solution: coed housing. Now.

I've come to the conclusion that I may be polyamorous.

I won Kent-Howard Model NATO 2007. I didn't even have to work that hard. So now I'm going to WorldMUN 2007 in Geneva, Switzerland. I have a feeling that I might end up severely owned. At least it's a free trip to Europe though. I shouldn't be worried. I've put Ivy Leaguers in their places before. I can do it again. I will do it again.

I don't know what to do with myself following next fall. I can graduate then and I'm not sure what to do with my time. Internships, study abroad, semester at sea, masters programs, law school, additional majors, and a bachelor of science degree in biology are all possibilities. I need guidance.

I love West Wing. I can't wait until this afternoon so I can watch more of it.

Panama. Research. Make with it.

I have so many papers to do. I don't think I can really afford to watch West Wing.

More tomorrow when I can be more coherent.

Given that:
a.) I was just billed for another year;
b.) ohiomedgirl came back to life;
c.) life keeps getting harder and harder to internalize;

I hereby resolve to get back to this. Regular updates to commence starting some time this week.

In other news, I kick ass.

I've been struggling.

I don't know how, I don't know why, but I've been struggling.

There's just something so sublimely wrong about some things in the world and there isn't a thing that morality can do about it. I'm trying so hard, thinking constantly, reading in my spare time, to find some way, that somehow things can be right.

I'm finding, more and more as I go, that there's no way to fix morality. It is what it is even if it does make the world seem cold and godless.

I don't want to give in to that, though.

Accept the view, adopt and foster it, and then see what holds from your defense of it.

I accept that I cannot find a moral way to uphold what I know is right. What holds?

It holds that I should give in. Quit.


It's very early in the day and very late at night for this and I have had a long day of writing and pondering. I don't know how much longer I can fight all of this before I realize that I've already lost.

Me: Amber is not like cocaine.
Her: Right... exotic, dangerous, sexy, makes you higher than a kite when you are on her and lower than low when off, hard to get a hold of...

So I've decided that I need to get back to doing this on a regular basis. I've got too much on my mind and on my chest to not give myself an outlet somewhere and it's getter harder and harder to talk to the people on the ever-shrinking list of those I can still trust enough.

So let's try to keep this up, eh?

I bet you forgot.

Where does weight come from when I think about you? Where does it go when you're not on my mind?

So much to say and so much that's best left unsaid.

A year later, what have I learned?

"Serenity is not a calm in the storm, it is peace through the storm."

Or something.

I hate you.

I'll make a real post later if I get back here in time.

You are one of them.

What part of my never wanting to talk to you again didn't you understand? What part of my abject loathing of your existence do you not get?

There are few actions that I have relished more than pressing that 'Reject' button. You were rejected. Rejected. Reject.

Did you honestly think I'd confirm you? Especially with a picture of you and that lying bastard you took to dating? I never thought you were stupid before but I certainly do now.

Stay out of my life. If you're reading this, you're already more present than I'd like.

Everyone else, do what I do: have a laugh and carry on with your life.

Him: Oh come on now, that's harsh. She was a nice girl. Not! OH SHIT SON!!!

Wow. How?

Rather than going on about how I thought I would feel a week later and saying all the things about which I've already talked to a couple of people, I'm just going to let this quote from my conversation with Juli speak for itself.

Me: Ironically enough, it seems that heaven has sent a Wiccan to make up for a Catholic's mess.

Stephen just cleared a hurdle.

Christy, call me in the next couple days and we can plan a visit over my two weeks off. We've much to discuss.

Me: You sound incredibly sexy over the phone.
Her: Yes, but I can't the hold the phone like I hold you.

I think she might have been told that before.

Her: What's Amber like?
Me: She's great in so many ways. Everyone tells me that they think she looks a good bit like you (and I'd agree, but that's coincidence and not design). She's a professional dance instructor at this huge ballroom studio in Pittsburgh, very prestigious position. She's older than we are; she just turned 20 in May. VERY outgoing which can be a lot of fun. She keeps me on my toes, I guess. I don't ever really know what to expect from her. However, on the negative side, she's terrible at keeping dates and appointments, but i just let it go. And how's Dan?
Her: Good. Good.

Ladies and gentleman, that is just one of the many reasons why I'm so happy that things went like they did.

(That sentence could also read "why it never would have worked".)

Umm... yeah. I'm not going to ever say that Amber is better than she is or vice versa (though if you ask me to, I will, haha), but I will point out that she at least gives me something to talk about... unlike Dan.

Wow. If I were just "good good" I'd be pretty pissed. Just a good reason I suppose...

I think it's important that I see someone who can actually form her own opinion and actually has a mind that she can speak, not too mention excites me to a point that I want people to ask about her that she's more than "good good."

I don't know whether to laugh or punch a hole in the wall.

Well, I've obviously succeeded in waking up. I love Friday mornings. I've got the whole floor to myself since all the Nukes are too fucked up from the night before to ever be up and about.

This evening, chess... in a way.

This is one of those very rare occasions when I have a need so important, I can say, "Fuck waking up for class tomorrow, where are my sleeping pills?"

Critical Thinking just took a back seat to knocking myself out.

(No, I don't have a problem, I have taken a sleeping pill since the middle of spring semester, you shouldn't take all of my entries so literally.)

F06
Monday:
9-10: Research Methods and Statistics 1
10-11: Contemporary World Governments
11-12: Political Behavior
12-1: Advanced Writing
2-5: RM/S 1 Lab
6-7: Model UN

Tuesday:
9:30-11: American Political Parties and Elections
12:30-2: Political Thought 2
2-3:15: ?

Wednesday:
9-10: Research Methods and Statistics 1
10-11: Contemporary World Governments
11-12: Political Behavior
12-1: Advanced Writing

Thursday:
9:30-11: American Political Parties and Elections
12:30-2: Political Thought 2
2-3:15: ?

Friday:
9-10: Research Methods and Statistics 1
10-11: Contemporary World Governments
11-12: Political Behavior
12-1: Advanced Writing

So what should I do for TR at 2:00? I have two options: Social Psychology (satisfies one of my psychology domains) or Biomedical Ethics (with my favorite professor ever and a class that will help with my Biology requirements). Votes?

If at any point in your life you take a break from reading Levi's An Introduction to Legal Reasoning while listening to WJYC Jazz y Clave for the past four and a half hours after a thirteen-and-a-half-hour day of class and work, during which you had one meal, six large coffees and one shot of espresso, to browse for LSAT and MCAT review books on the Internet and find a message waiting on your computer that reads, "L'omfg, I broke physics and my mind in one fell swoop," and another on your cell phone left in a deep sexy purr describing in graphic detail what a mind-blowingly flexible dance instructor would love to be doing to you if you weren't studying, working, and/or in class for 120% of your waking day (that's right, 120%), while you hear a loud conversation in the hallway between two would-be doctors concerning proper urinal etiquette, you may want to stop and consider just to what your life has come and further, where it appears to be going.

I know I did.

For about 2.2 seconds. Then I picked up one of my many psychology textbooks and got to work again.

As an employee of the Great State of Ohio, I was today served with my DMA.

I think I would rather take the firing than sign it...

... besides, for all I know the ACLU is on the Terrorist Exclusion List and I'd be lying by saying that I never supported anyone on the watch list... and that's a fifth degree FELONY... which would kind of ruin any shot at law and/or medical school.

I'm going to miss that job.

Poll #770670
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 4

Do you believe in 'signs'?

Me: I'm just worried that once I get there I'm going to be blown out of the water.
Her: Relax. Hm. Look at you. You've got the stamina, endurance, and drive to get through it. You'll be, hm, fine.
Me: Do you really think this is the time to be using those words?
Her: I found it amusing. Do you really think this is the time to be having this discussion?
Me: Good point.

Thank God for my alarm clock.
This morning it saved me from a horrible dream that maybe I shall explain later.

Feck.
The morning came entirely too fast.

Things to do at 2:30AM when you can't sleep:
1. Be irritated with certain people.
2. Count the days.
3. Rework your course schedule.
4. Watch stolen movies with your RA.
5. Consider Thaddeus' advice.
6. Stare at your cell phone.

Tomorrow morning, I'll go into it all. If you're just dying to know, ask.

And oh yes, I had nothing to do with it and I will have nothing to do with it.

I thought you'd have at least considered his safety before doing something like that. Apparently not. Wait, that would require you being considerate wouldn't it?
He's likely to get the crap kicked out of him for that. It's not a threat, just an observation.

Geeze... people will do anything these days...

In other news, Amber's back. It's weekend woot time... w00t!

In unrelated news, it's also bed time.




Tell him to be careful, that's all I'm saying. You, too, for that matter.

It is four week old presucco residue in the bottom of a sealed plastic cup.

Everything is in order for the session to end tomorrow: I've bought myself my gifts.

Ever since my junior year of high school, I've bought myself something that I'd really wanted for a long time at the end of a semester to celebrate and reward myself for my diligence (riiiiiight). For instance, spring semester my senior year was lunch at Bravo, and spring semester this past year, I took myself (and friends) to I Am My Own Wife and allowed myself to spend a little money on books that I can read for pleasure. This semester, I purchased the entire series of Firefly on DVD and also Amelie.

Now all I've got to do is make it through finals tomorrow and it's settled. Kiss this one goodbye.

It starts again bright and early on Monday, though. That's depressing.

You'll note the lack of posting over the past few days. This is due in large part to how miserable I've felt. Today I'm feeling slightly better, so I'm going to go ahead and depress myself right back again by talking about what happened over the weekend. I'd really rather not, and I wouldn't, but I'm convinced that I might feel a little better about it if I do.

To begin, a disclaimer: this will depress you. You've been warned.

Friday night began the weekend of Eh. For over a week, that night had been designated 'date night' owing to the complexity of both parties' schedules rendering romantic contact nigh impossible at other times. Needless to say, since this is the weekend of Eh and not the weekend of Fuck Yeah, no such romantic contact took place. Between my class schedule combined with a job and required study time and her class and highly demanding job, times where we both are available are rare. Add her clearly unhinged family (let's remember now, she's the prude) to this mix, and you've apparently crossed those few open times right out of the agenda book. Friday night was very lonely.

Saturday began well enough. Breakfast and the trip home were typical, as was most of the afternoon. Watching my dad fry his motherboard started the cascade downward away from status quo. Dinner, involving family, for the celebration of my brother's birthday was as loud and obnoxious as every other family gathering. Shortly thereafter, things looked rather promising as the evening held a night out with Court. We met at the Mar Ta Lee for ice cream and we were having a lovely visit, that is, before the horrific motorcycle-car crash that happened right in front of us on Route 43.

The crash was one thing, bad enough as is. What followed of course, was worse. First of course, you have the general screams, panic, and people yelling, "Somebody call 911." By this point, I already had Jefferson County emergency dispatch on my cell. Next of course, came the wave of soccer moms yelling at their kids to get in the soccer mom vans and not look and for older siblings to take charge. Then the first EMT showed up, he had been driving down 43 and was right on the scene no more than a minute after it happened. He immediately ran to the motorcyclist, but just as quickly turned away, tossed a sheet over him, and ran down the Steele's driveway where the car had ended up (the motorcycle T-boned it in the driver side door going at least 65 miles an hour, likely faster). The swearing that ensued was more or less the only report the onlookers needed. He started barking orders, that he needed someone to call the dispatch and tell them he needed two squads and one would need the 'jaws' and that nobody had better be stupid enough to light a cigarette. Response time in Jefferson County being what it is, only minutes passed before the East Springfield rescue truck arrived, even if only manned by one person. Of course in the following call for men to help, I ran over and grabbed what they needed, running it down the hill toward the ruined car.

I think that's where the mistake was. Crossing the scattered motorcycle wreckage on the road, seeing the woman in the car... Well, it's kind of imprinted now. I was there when they swore at each other because they couldn't decide to pull her or wait for an ambulance. I was there when they started the jaws of life and then gave up because time was too critical. I was there when one man started reciting the Our Father under his breath. I was there when they swore at each other more when they realized her pulse was gone. I left then.

When I crossed the street back to my car, I did everything I could to not look at the sheet. I stared at my right hand, and when I could see her, I looked Courtney in the eyes and I didn't stop until I was right next to her.

More emergency vehicles. More swearing. Some attempts at using a portable defibrillator to revive the man under the sheet. An hour and a half of highway patrolmen, bickering EMTs and firemen, and half of a chocolate milkshake that was no longer wanted.

And that was Saturday.

Sunday consisted of little but the return to school. Well, little beside acting like everything was okay to keep my mother from freaking out.

And that's pretty much the weekend of Eh.

Blah.

Battery backup.

Since explodo-blog feels rather worthless right now (the hate will likely surface tomorrow)...

In reference to the multitude of pillows, she says, "Some times the mattress just isn't padding enough for what might happen in a good night."
In reference to the copy of The Kama Sutra under her bed, she says, "Would you rather I kick you out of bed to walk across the room and get it?"
In reference to the hand cuffs hanging from the bed post, she says, "Purely decorative."
Our hero might have just realized that the water into which he is wading is far deeper than it appeared. Our hero is remembering slightly too late that he doesn't know how to swim.

I have to meet this family? Ouch.

I can totally sing his part.

Yes, I can sing something!

I'll explodo-blog tomorrow, live from the Tech Desk.

After Sociology today, I have this much to say:
Fuck feminism and fuck feminists.

I'll elaborate later.

I spent too much of my afternoon Halley-ing and not enough of it reading articles for health care, so I should do that before I write the explodo-blog.

One last word: mongle.

Current Location: Mobile
the mood: bitchy
the aural: Machinae Supremacy- Player One

Lesson of the day: The definition of 'prude' can be very loose. Approach with caution.

Been a long time since I listened to this song.

Wow, I'm having a hard time not spraying apple juice everywhere, so I'd better go.

Current Location: Mobile
the mood: barely suppressing laughter
the aural: Proclaimers- I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)

Let's see how creative my friends are.YOU fill in the blanks about ME even if you don't have any idea what they are and send it back to ME. But first post a blank one out to all your friends so they can return the favor to you.

My name:

Who is the love of my life:

Where did we meet:

Take a stab at my middle name:

How long have you known me:

When is the last time that we saw each other:

Do I smoke:

Do I drink:

When is my birthday:

What was your first impression of upon meeting me:

Do I have any siblings:

What's one of my favorite things to do:

Am I funny:

What's my favorite type of music:

What is the best feature about me:

Am I shy or outgoing:

Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules:

Do I have any special talents:

Would you consider me a friend/good friend:

Would you call me preppy, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam, nerdy, snobby, or something else (what):

What is a memory we have once had:

Have you ever hugged me:

Do you miss me... do you think I miss you:

What is my favorite food:

Have you ever had a crush on me:

If there was one good nickname for me, what would it be:

What's your favorite memory of me:

Who do I like right now:

What is my worst habit:

If you and I were stranded on a desert island, what one thing would I bring?

Are we friends:

Will you repost this so I can do it for you?

Current Location: KILC
the mood: ready for the day
the aural: Klaus Badelt- Swords Crossed

Brian: Hey guys, what're you laughing about?
All: RACISM!
Brian: Cool!

Friday overturned my entire self-concept. I didn't really get to even contemplate the events of the evening yet. Up early Saturday morning and home until now for Father's Day and all that.

So the long and short (that being all I'm even remotely prepared to put together right now) is that I have no idea what happened to me, less of an idea what it means, and even less of an idea what to do about it.

Let me think on it. Ask if you must.

Current Location: The Kilcawley Dungeon
the mood: mildly unsettled
the aural: "I can't even get a taxi!" It's Avenue Q time.

Get that man a raise.

We now see the definition of pointless in action.

Current Location: KILC
the mood: annoyed
the aural: The Black Mages- Those Who Fight Further

Well, if that's not abundantly clear I'm not sure what is.

Well worth getting me out of bed.

You did good, kid.

Way to dodge that bullet.
Now sleep.

Current Location: KILC
the mood: sleepy
the aural: The odd buzzing of the air conditioning vent.

Me: Good morning. Someone looks grrrrRRRRREAT this morning.
Her: Easy tiger.
Me: What was that thing Aladdin said to the tiger that you were telling me about the other night?
Her: Don't you have to be at work in fifteen minutes?
Me: You ruin all my fun.

That was a good way to start the day.

So was taking out three laptops at once. I own security management.

I really would like to take tomorrow off.

Alas, I won't. Sociology test, psych lectures, policy reviews... All that good stuff.

And trying to not glance at my calendar too much.

Current Location: Kilcawley
the mood: calm
the aural: Chess- Opening Ceremony

I don't think there is someone who hasn't had something to say on that subject.

There was a haiku I wrote...

scribble scribble pause --
scribble scribble scribble stop
writing those letters

Okay. I might have cheated in that one.
Hmm...

1) Who is the last person you high-fived?
Becky

2) If you were drafted into a war, would you survive?
I'd do whatever I had to.

3) Do you sleep with the TV on?
If I pass out in front of it.

4) Have you ever drank milk straight out of the carton?
Has anyone not?

5) Have you ever won a spelling bee?
Yes, I ruined Emily Applegarth.

6) Have you ever been stung by a bee?
Yes.

7) How fast can you type?
Faster than you.

8) Are you afraid of the dark?
No.

9) Eye color?
Hazel.

11) When is the last time you chose a bath over a shower?
Months ago.

12) Do you knock on wood?
All the time.

14) Do you think you're attractive?
I trust other people's reactions.

15) Can you hoola hoop?
No.

16) Are you good at keeping secrets?
Absolutely.

18) Do you know the Muffin Man:
That punk ass bitch owes me money.

19) Do you talk in your sleep?
No.

20) Who wrote the book of love?
God. And the Casanova... *Cough*

23) Do you consider yourself successful?
Incredibly.

24) How many people are on your contact list of your cell?
Eighty.

25) Have you ever asked for a pony?
Yeah, but the restaurant threw me out afterward.

26) Plans for tomorrow?
Ten and a half hours of class. Maybe I'll eat once somewhere in there.

27) Can you juggle?
Slowly.

28) Missing someone now?
A little.

29) When was the last time you told someone I Love You?
Hmm. I don't remember exactly when.

30) And truly meant it?
The last time.

31) Do you write songs/poetry?
On occasion.

32) How are you feeling today?
Lucky, punk.

33) Are you black?
Nope, Day-Glo.

34) Have you ever been suspended or expelled from school?
Close, but no cigar.

35.) What are you looking forward to?
The weekend on the short term, law school on the long.

36) Have you ever crawled through a window?
Many times.

37) Have you ever eaten dog food?
Our entire gifted and talented class did in sixth grade... and that's right, we get higher test scores than you! Oh, and a week later I won the National Science Olympiad. Yeah, I see you all running out for Kibbles n' Bits now.

38) Who was the last person you hugged?
Amber.

39) Do you like green eggs and ham?
Nope.

40) What 3 beverages can always be found in your refrigerator?
Cranberry juice, root beer, and ginger ale.

41) Any cool scars?
Tons.

42) Are you single or taken, if taken, how long ago?
As facebook would say 'It's complicated'.

43) Do you like or have a crush on anyone?
Mmhmm.

44) How many kids do you plan on having?
Two, give or take one.

45) What do you do when no one is watching?
Make sure no one is watching.

46) Have you ever been in love?
Yes.

47) Do you talk to yourself?
All the time.

48) Do you like singing?
Sometimes.

51) Who are you thinking about right now?
In no particular order, Christy, Amber, Ian, Mike, Brad, Gretchen, and me. Well, Christy is first because I'm reading her answers as I fill this out.

52) Who did you last talk to on the phone?
Whoever called the Tech Desk last.

53) Where is your phone?
On top of a CDRW spindle.

54) What was the last thing you ate?
Lightly breaded chicken breasts in gravy, green beans, and wild rice. Jamie rocks my world on a nightly basis.

55) What is your favorite color?
Black.

56) What is the last movie watched?
Mulholland Drive.

57) What song do you currently hear?
Machinae Supremacy- Insidious

58) Are you happy right now?
Quite.

59) Do you pretend to be happy?
When the situation calls for it.

60) Are you one of those annoying people who are TOO happy ALL the time?
No, I have been known to get giddy from time to time though.

Current Location: KILC
the mood: okay
the aural: Check number 57.

Has anyone else noticed that my life really does own yours?
Well, it might, anyway.

Things... they're never so bad as they seem a day or so later, and if you stop and reanalyze your perspective, they're probably pretty awesome.

My life is brilliant...

There is only one thing in my life that I find dissatisfying. I think I'm doing pretty awesome.

Especially since there's so much to make up for that one thing, if I'd just relax and let it all run its course.

Which I'm trying to do.

Actually, I'm kind of prodding it along at the moment.

Maybe with a branding iron.

Maybe I should stop with the choppy sentences and abuse of fragments. Though I do still hate English.

Professional dancer.

Had to say it again.

Will stop with the choppy stuff.

The whole bottle was a good idea.

Off to Pittsburgh with me now.

I feel like I was more intelligent, more insightful, and just generally a better person two years ago.

Seeing September 29th was the last straw for tonight. I'm going to bed.

Her: Are you the Antichrist?!

You know... where there's the number of accidents (A) multiplied by the average settlement (B) and the cost of a recall (C) and as long as (A x B < C) a recall doesn't happen.

Well, after the fourth person made a reference to it, I figured I should probably clarify to save someone some undue embarrassment. (Though, in truth, after a brief contemplation, I don't really see why, per se, I'm apparently just feeling charitable.)

In the previous post, the second conversation was not with Nicole.

1. She has way too much self respect to ever stoop that low.


2. She rarely starts a conversation with me, much less with an imperative of that nature.


3. The kind of emotion expressed in that little exchange would require a significantly greater amount of some quality that I cannot define than I believe she currently has or will ever possess.


4. It was followed up by a phone call. Figure that one out for yourselves.

I think the real kicker is that the person involved expressed some concern, however jealous and self-serving it might have been, for my current state of happiness. That alone should tell you that it has nothing to do with her.

Bonus points to the first person to mention the Fight Club reference.

Alright, Stephen, that's quite enough. You've clarified, made your point, and probably stepped over the line. How about lightening up a little?

Current Location: Kilcawley
the mood: blah
the aural: Prozzak (On Random)

Her: You mean it's not killing you inside?
Him: Look at him!
Her: Shut. Up. I said inside.
Me: Not really.
Him: See!
Her: Shut it. Not really?
Me: No, not really.
Him: See!
Her: Shut up. Not really?

She seemed... Well, she was angry. And I have no idea why...

Was everyone pulling that hard? I mean, with everything I heard to the contrary, it's mildly surprising to say the least that it should come out now that everyone was hoping for the opposite.

And then there's this:

Her: Please tell me she doesn't make you happy.
Me: WHAT?
Her: Not happy like... I don't want you to be unhappy, hun... I mean... happy, like I made you happy.
Me: I don't know what you want to hear right now. And I'm even less sure that I'm going to want to say it.
Her: Tell me I was better. Tell me that you still think I'm better.
Me: Better?
Her: Better.
Me: It's apples and oranges, dear.
Her: I don't know what that's supposed to mean.

It's been a confusing week.

Current Location: Kilcawley
the mood: confused
the aural: Mindi Abair- Lucy's

Me: Wow, they're full of shit.
Him: I'm inclined to agree.
Me: I needed the laugh though, thanks.
Him: Yeah, anytime. You think you're seeing something that isn't there?
Me: To be honest, I can't really tell on this one. Get back to me in a couple of days. I'll have it pegged down then.
Him: Pegged. Ha...

Morning affairs, work, evening affairs... What to do with my time today?

Current Location: Kilcawley
the mood: awake
the aural: Live- All Over You

Me: Guess what?
Her: What?
Me: It happened today.
Her: It did? You made a connection?
Me: I MADE A CONNECTION!

In other news, I own health care policy and human sexuality.

Unrelated story: Windows Vista Beta 2 was released and no one can download it. Why? Because it downloads to a NEGATIVE percent. The bar starts full and the counter ticks BACKWARDS from zero. -1% -3% -9% It then proceeds to only transfer about 77MB of a 3.13GB DVD image. Yeah. Way to go there, Microsoft. I am switching to Mac and I can't wait.

Next slightly, but mostly not related article: I hate English.

Maybe I'll post some screens of the Vista downloader in action tomorrow. It's a thing of beauty. I'm sort of actually scared to install it on even a test box right now.

Enough geekiness, I need to get to bed so I can wake up to my theatre weekend... and equally importantly, my second alarm clock... you know... the one with the... oh, nevermind.

Current Location: Kilcawley
the mood: enthralled
the aural: Moulin Rouge- Hindi Sad Diamonds

Him: Did you see it today?
Me: Nope. Haven't seen it in months.
Him: Oh, I see. I think she's under the impression that you care or something. Wonder how she got that idea...
Me: Because I gave it to her.
Him: Oh. But you don't read?
Me: Nope.
Him: Why not?
Me: Because there are people like you who insist on asking me if I've read this or read that, so really I'm just saving myself the effort.
Him: If I stopped, would you?
Me: No.
Him: Oh.
Me: It's a little early for this, don't you think?
Him: It's been an awfully long time.
Me: Early in the day.
Him: Oh.

I have had no attention span all day today.

And my neck is killing me...

Two exams tomorrow. Then an Amber night in. Then work.

Then theatre weekend.

Hmm, what to do with my Friday night...