This has been, quite possibly, the longest day in the history of days. Not because I have been busy - quite the opposite, actually. This is just one of those days when the stars align and I have nothing to do at work. Well, there's always something I could be doing. But nothing of pressing importance. So I'm left to sit and count the minutes until I'm at Dominick's, sitting on a lovely sunny patio, drinking an Oberon and enjoying the nice weather.
All I can think about is this Yale chick's abortion art project.
Wonder if she would object to me referring to her as a 'chick'?
Her project fascinates/terrifies/disgusts me. I suppose that's the point. I guess I have to support anything that gets people thinking and talking that isn't celebrity gossip. It's been a while since my Women in Literature class, so some of her discourse was a little over my head. If you're going to create an art project that will inevitably stir the pot and seriously freak people out, at least have the courtesy to talk about it in accessible language! Come on.
This weekend should be a good one, but it's killing me to watch all of my friends graduate. I wish I was graduating with them, so I could buy a cap and gown and go through all the celebration. My own graduation passed with hardly pomp OR circumstance at all, and it almost feels like it didn't even happen.
Oh goodness, I can't believe a year has passed since my college graduation. That fact could really dampen my spirits. Luckily, there are only about 90 minutes to get through until I can dampen my spirits with a different kind of spirits, if you catch my drift.
About an hour or so left of work, which I'll be forced to spend trying to flirt with the reference librarian who works the Friday afternoon shift. He is so unresponsive to my efforts!
Then, I'm off to a meeting to discuss my upcoming Habitat for Humanity trip to Guatemala. After that, the sunny, boozey patio awaits.
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