Paranormal Tangerine
OMG, I'm so impossibly tired I may be dead and not yet know it. I want an official round of applause please; I feel like hell and yet I attended all three of my lectures today, and managed to do a detailed plan for one of my essays. Oh yes, my procrastination days are behind me. Maybe.
Good news - bubster is much better and back to his normal self this evening, as in "Bounce me Sammy! Kiss me Sammy! Dance with me Sammy! Jump up and down till you're scared I have a brain hemorrhage Sammy!". For all my winging, it's so nice to see him feeling happy after three days of crying, no sleep and projectile vomiting. Suzie has also been vomiting, which she thinks is due a combination of her stomach ulcer and no sleep, and I hope to God she's right because I really can't deal with being sick AT ALL. I'm working on the basis if I haven't been by now I won't be.
I had the freakiest dream last night. I never really remember my dreams and when I do it makes me glad I don't remember them the rest of the time, because God knows what the hell goes on with my subconscious. The actress who played Susan in The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, was my sister, and I had the sense of being much younger than her, a small child. Our mother was very ill and spent all her time in bed, alternatively yelling at us for being useless and dispensing ye-olde maternal advice Enid Blyton stylee. I got very upset because my favourite fairy started playing tricks on me, but then I discovered it wasn't her fault, she'd been captured by Satan's evil daughter and was being made to do stuff against her will. I begged Satan's evil daughter to let my fairy go, but she wouldn't. Instead she said if someone mashed banana into the carpet and then slipped on it in the next 24 hours I would be put under the curse of the Paranormal Tangerine. Unfortunately I woke up before I discovered what the curse of the Paranormal Tangerine was, but any suggestions of WTF I am thinking will be greatly recieved.
Anyway, my slow decent into insanity aside, Happy International Women's Day everyone! We celebrated in my two women's studies modules today by attempting not to infect everyone else with our various bugs (oh dear) and getting depressed over the state of the rape trial system in this country. Yup, we are rock and roll radical feminists much. We did, however, each get a free book, which was nice. And we swapped plans for Saturday and the various things we are all attending - there's something on in Camden which sounded really interesting, but I'm committed to Trafalger Square and there's not much I'd miss Gillian Anderson for.
Apparently today is also 'Blog Against Sexism' day. I'd really like to put together a profound and thoughtful post about that but I just don't have the energy. Suffice to say that the more I learn about the sexism in the world we live in, the more I realise I have to learn. The more I realise that sexism is tied deeply into our daily lives; with racism, with gay rights, with human rights, with poverty. It's all entwined and interlinked, and until we can learn to combate and defeat it, we won't be able to defeat anything else that plagues this world. It matters, it really, really does.
Good news - bubster is much better and back to his normal self this evening, as in "Bounce me Sammy! Kiss me Sammy! Dance with me Sammy! Jump up and down till you're scared I have a brain hemorrhage Sammy!". For all my winging, it's so nice to see him feeling happy after three days of crying, no sleep and projectile vomiting. Suzie has also been vomiting, which she thinks is due a combination of her stomach ulcer and no sleep, and I hope to God she's right because I really can't deal with being sick AT ALL. I'm working on the basis if I haven't been by now I won't be.
I had the freakiest dream last night. I never really remember my dreams and when I do it makes me glad I don't remember them the rest of the time, because God knows what the hell goes on with my subconscious. The actress who played Susan in The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, was my sister, and I had the sense of being much younger than her, a small child. Our mother was very ill and spent all her time in bed, alternatively yelling at us for being useless and dispensing ye-olde maternal advice Enid Blyton stylee. I got very upset because my favourite fairy started playing tricks on me, but then I discovered it wasn't her fault, she'd been captured by Satan's evil daughter and was being made to do stuff against her will. I begged Satan's evil daughter to let my fairy go, but she wouldn't. Instead she said if someone mashed banana into the carpet and then slipped on it in the next 24 hours I would be put under the curse of the Paranormal Tangerine. Unfortunately I woke up before I discovered what the curse of the Paranormal Tangerine was, but any suggestions of WTF I am thinking will be greatly recieved.
Anyway, my slow decent into insanity aside, Happy International Women's Day everyone! We celebrated in my two women's studies modules today by attempting not to infect everyone else with our various bugs (oh dear) and getting depressed over the state of the rape trial system in this country. Yup, we are rock and roll radical feminists much. We did, however, each get a free book, which was nice. And we swapped plans for Saturday and the various things we are all attending - there's something on in Camden which sounded really interesting, but I'm committed to Trafalger Square and there's not much I'd miss Gillian Anderson for.
Apparently today is also 'Blog Against Sexism' day. I'd really like to put together a profound and thoughtful post about that but I just don't have the energy. Suffice to say that the more I learn about the sexism in the world we live in, the more I realise I have to learn. The more I realise that sexism is tied deeply into our daily lives; with racism, with gay rights, with human rights, with poverty. It's all entwined and interlinked, and until we can learn to combate and defeat it, we won't be able to defeat anything else that plagues this world. It matters, it really, really does.