essay-writing

I've been starting to use writing in the rain as a real live essay testbed again. Latest entry is What's in a name?, regarding bias and language. Thrown down in the course of two hours with little editing; perhaps some day I'll *do* something with it.

misc

ala bitty

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lunch date postponed, due to social exhaustion on my part and busyness on his part. rescheduling for next week.

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Coil vibrators appear to last about eight years. I just bought my third.

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I'm really quite behind on my winter holiday gifting. People are just going to have to accept gifts from me all year 'round. Slowly.

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Or we could just wait 'till valentine's day.

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Actually, since I didn't *get* any valentines last year -- 'cept for the one from Ethan's parents -- I'm not doing the homemade valentine/gift thing again this year.

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My skin hates this season. The whole forced-air-heating thing makes me all dry and flaky, and then my extra-irritated skin breaks out like crazy. So I get these fields of huge owie pimples surrounded by dry dry peeling ick.

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my art-fugue is dangerous to my health. I need to figure out how to carve out five hours from my day ... and then accept that I'm not going to do *anything* while I have art supplies in my hands. Going five hours without noticing desire for food or water is problematic, though.

dumb, dumb, dumb

note to self:

do not go surfing for porn when your vibrator is broken. Not even just "I'll save these off and look at them later."

Who'd've thunk I'd have to learn this the hard way?