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Hate womanhood. Hate hate hate.

I spent a long time tonight finding different options for traveling to and from London and Edinburgh with my family over Christmas. Very exciting. I ended up putting it all in spreadsheet form because I am a dork and it's a lot easier to see the real options and their prices that way. Please, beat me up and take my lunch money.

I let Freud have the crumbs from my bag of Pirate's Booty this afternoon and as stuck his face all the way in to eat the last dregs it got stuck on his head. It was the funniest thing ever and I tried to get a picture of it but by the time I found my camera-phone he'd gotten it off.

Tomorrow morning my mother and I are going to some Jewish women writers' thing at one of my students' houses. Should be interesting.

Brian Zeller you know you want to start your own blog. It can't be lamer than mine--it's just not physically possible. Call it "no place like shmome" or bloggerrhythm. Then it will at least be moderately lame.