Break Me Off A Piece of That Applesauce

This week kind of sucked. Next week's not looking so hot either. Today's JD's last day at his job. That alone is pretty terrifying. I'm not really sure how I'm going to feel over the next week (he leaves Thursday), but I bet it's going to be: bad.

The fire(s) are really close but we're not being evacuated or anything. Air quality sucks balls and there's ash on everything. It kind of looks like what I think living on Mars would look like. For a week, though. It's very hard to breathe if you're outside for more than a few minutes. I had to give a 3 hour lecture in my class tuesday night on 5 hours' notice the other day. ouch. Then I had to present my dissertayshun shit the next morning in my lab. And I had been up all night cramping thanks to my wondrous femininity. Then I had to come home and drink two bottles of laxative and spend the night in the bathroom. Then I had to go to the dr yesterday to have a really invasive test wherein they roofie you and run a tube all the way up your colon. Sometimes I think my life is like a fairy tale.

Now if you'll excuse me I have to grade papers and continue gnashing my teeth with anxiety.

Marmalade Fires

Dear Raedy,

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Teresita

You're All I Need

Ok. My dealing-with-new-zealand webcam arrived this past week. So JD and I practiced talking to each other by sitting in the living room skypeing each other and making stupid faces into the cameras. Awesome, right? Well Jenny and I just realized that we can also webcam talk, because her fancier computer has a built-in camera (like JD's). OH MY GOSH SO MUCH FUN.

Who else has a mac with a built-in isight, or a webcam more generally? You have got to get a Skype account (free!) and start having super fun video chats with me. It is so awesome.

Also, the new Radiohead is fucking great. I haven't liked one of their albums this much since Ok Computer. So this is a big deal for me. Also a big deal that I only paid three pounds fifty for it! Yes! That makes it so much more valuable.

Thanks for the skirt feedback. I always hiked it up too, but felt the same vague shame that Jenny described. Thanks a lot, mom. I'm always worried that I'll be in a stall and some other women will walk past and see through the cracks in the door that I've gathered it into a ladylike fistful while I piss all over the toilet seat, and they'll openly mock me. Shut up, I've violated plenty of women-schemas in the past, and been openly mocked each time. It's a valid fear. But knowing that at least some others hike theirs up is good news.