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My uterus woke me up at 4:30 this morning to talk about how excited it was to be expelling its old lining. It's a new start! it said, I'll feel fresh and sparkly - like all this cleaning you've been doing!
It's really unfortunate that my uterus only speaks to me in Painful Crampish. I'm quite tired today.
- I'm thinking of getting a nice USB headset and doing all my telephonage via Skype, which will (in theory) route in and out of real phones for a fraction of the cost of a proper phone line (mobile or otherwise). If anyone knows of a compelling reason to do otherwise, speak now, or speak later, or keep meaning to speak but put it off until eventually you get hit by a bus and I cry tears of sadness!
- After my exceptionally pleasant experience with Caltech's hybrid frat-coop-dorm Houses, I felt almost non-estranged from the concept of sororities in general. But now I'm living on Frat Row, during Rush Week; every three hours or so, the house across the street bursts out cheering:
Something something cutest girls
Something something we wear pearls
Look how we charmingly abbreviate the names of Greek letters! Rah!And, y'know, I'm sure it's all harmless fun once you get past the creepy stereotypes embedded in the lyrics, but I just can't imagine myself chanting like that and then taking myself seriously ever again. People! They're so different sometimes, what's that all about, eh?