Some Sort of Giant Insect

Miraculously, progress is finally being made on the Women's Studies take-home final. Granted, I've only written a hundred and fifty words in the last hour, but you know what they say about slow and steady.

I think I would spend a lot less time wallowing in the tragedy of my life if I didn't make a point of seeking out information I already know I don't want to hear. Like this. I knew it was inevitable, but... Oh, I don't know. I guess I just wanted it to be me. Even though, yes, I am acutely aware of how ridiculous that is. Don't worry about reminding me.

I've felt funny all day. Funny like murky-brain funny. And after three cups of coffee I'm just realizing that it's because I want to go home.