Well, my work ethic has gone on vacation. Naturally, these coming weeks are when I need it most. But on to something cheerier...my women friends. We laugh for hours, get bruises and cuts from being tackled off an exercise ball and shutting fingers in closet doors (purely accidental, I swear), look at sperm donors online and compare bra "prettiness."

I can be anything I want with these girls. They don't tell me who I am; they ask who I want to be. This is why single-sex education must continue somewhere. Women have lived too much of their lives in the margins. It's time for women to have a space of their own where men are not welcome to dominate or even be considered. In this space, we can flash each other if we feel like it and say/do things that would make the rest of the world question our sexual orientation and we are not defined by men. It's liberating to live on the center of the page, not in the margins....it's feminism at its best. Not if only there were more feminists, men and women, in the world, and more words on the pages of the paper I'm supposed to be writing.  

Currently Reading Into the Wild By Jon Krakauer see related

From Saturday morning to this moment, I have slept something like 28 hours. There are 168 hours in a week... Even if I sleep 9 hours tonight, I will still have only slept 16.6% of the week. Of course if you actually sleep 8 hours a night for 7 days, that gives you 56 sleep hours a week, 33% of the total hours in one week. I feel better seeing the percentages. Nevermind, I was off on my math. I thought I'd slept 22.6%.... Drat.

I learned an important fact today about brains. A structure in the brain is called the mamillary bodies. As I read this new information all I could think about was "mammary." I told the teacher of my confusion. She said the structure looks like a set of breasts, hence the inspiration for the name. Just goes to prove that guys, and girls, really do have boobs on the brain.

Currently Reading Marley & Me: Life and Love with the World's Worst Dog By John Grogan see related

My legs itch. Stupid sunburn. The Florida gulf with three gal pals was lovely. Tried crab and alligator -- uck and yucky. Saw dolphins, feed seagulls. Shocked the sunbird citizens by swimming in the sea. One old man watched us frolicking in the waves, then commented to our land-loving friend "I've been here two months and I haven't seen anyone in that water, but your sisters sure seem to be having a good time." Hopefully he missed the skinny dipping escapade.

I've been named godmother to my Jewish (land-loving) friend's future son. She says I can teach him how to shoot and other Idaho-y  things while the other two godmothers dote on her daughter. Perfect: They share, and I don't.

Walter died.