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Friday, April 04, 2003 ( 7:48 PM ) Lostcheerio We're getting dangerously close to the day I'm supposed to either get my period or be pregnant. I think that day is Monday. I do not feel the least bit pregnant. Last time I felt pregnant and I wasn't. So I should be saying in a cheerful tone that this time since I do not feel pregnant I probably am. Because that's the kind of abused, torn-up logic that people in my situation use. It's not, however, at all logical. Partly because I'm so psychosomatic about all of it, I could vomit 50 times and it wouldn't mean anything. And I could be tired because of everything else. Now I have two web sites to do, the banners to finish, two classes of papers to grade, a dress/outfit to finish for Sunday, four more dress/outfits to finish for next Sunday, and I'm supposed to be writing every day. Plus "Stand at the playground shielding my eyes from the glare on the slide for 3 hours" keeps getting added to my agenda. # Tuesday, April 01, 2003 ( 9:57 PM ) Lostcheerio If you're going to throw all French people in the toilet because of some of them are protesting America and being rude and stupid about the graves of WWII veterans, then LOGICALLY you also have to believe that the anti-war protesters in America truly represent the whole country. You can't say the marginal Frenchies are representative but the marginal Americans aren't. It's either one or the other. # ( 7:53 AM ) Lostcheerio I threw up this morning... it's a funny situation when puking is such a perky hopeful act. But we all know it proves nothing. # |
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