So today's V-Day. Vagina Day and no-Violence Day to some of us. "Worship Jeff Day" to a very, very select few. Valentine's Day to many, many more people. I got a package of those candy hearts that taste like paste from Kathy at work. Nice, huh? I think I'll leave them by Jeff's door as offerings.
So far today, I've been to an anti-war rally and to lunch with Michelle. All I want to do is go home and take some serious pain medicine, maybe play the Sims or work on stuff for the upcoming workshop. But, I at least have to show up to Com. and hand in something called an artifact. I think I'm blowing off math though, I feel pretty wretched. My jaw aches and that's the least of my problems. Fate is not without a sense of humor, it seems, for I woke up on V-Day feeling as though I was bleeding to death. Maybe we're all bleeding to death, but we don't know it. Or maybe we know it, but we've been taught to walk around as though nothing is wrong. So we do.
All I have planned for this weekend is crewing for The Vagina Monologues. And working on reseach, the workshop, and crying for the lost beauty of my own life. (I'm pretty sure that last one was a joke.)
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