"Love between unequals is perverse." James Baldwin

This weekend I am working on summing up the end of the semester. Tuesday we have Confession night in history 110 and I will be wearing a nun's costume to class (yay! I have always wanted to dress as a nun to go somewhere... and then we will resume plain old boring lecture for the second class. I feel sorry for the teacher. His stress level becomes apparent the minute the clock hits 7. :(

I am feeling sorry for myself and I don't really like that feeling. I keep giving Barry big cow eyes and hoping he'll do the husbeastly thing and come in on his charger and make everything ok again. This, I know, is a wrong assumption on my part and only makes me feel worse about myself. It is, I think partly a piece of my condition and partly a condition of my own making, a corner I have painted myself into. So I may as well wait for the paint to dry and walk my ass out of here or something, you know?

Meanwhile... back at the ranch... there's knitting to be done. I toyed with the idea of the massive undertaking of knitting the Barbara Walker Teach Yourself To Knit Afghan. I think I actually will do this one day but not for now and certainly not for the passing fancy of the intended recipient. ::evil grin:: I have a much better idea in mind for that person.

Has anyone seen my secret pal of the wonderous tiara? I've not heard hide nor hair of her in forever and have grown ever-so-worried.

a gloomy and quite unrelentingly unforgiving of herself angela