Oh, Neil. . .
Who's spending eir evening drinking and grading? This guy, that's who.
I was supposed to go see the Vagina Monologues with my house, but after reading up on it, I can't bring myself to do it. I'm all for raising awareness of women's rights and doing whatever it takes to stop violence against women. But, I'm just so squicked out by vaginas that I wouldn't be able to hold down my lunch through the whole performance. I feel guilty about letting some personal bullshit get in the way of participating in something I believe in with an organization I care about, so instead of just enjoying my Friday night (which I usually do regardless of how much work I have, to ensure that I take one evening off each week), I'm going to mix in a little bit of misery. Cheers!