Well, there's one new thing that's got to be obvious to you -- I just revamped this journal so it's separated by month. Hopefully will make it easier to read.
Lots going on, but I'm too hungry to think right now, so I'm going to go have lunch before finishing this entry.
Okay, had lunch, did some paperwork. God, I have mounds and mounds of paperwork to do. In addition to all the story submitting, which is horrendously time-consuming (mostly 'cause I can't get our Mac printer at home to work and so I have to do a bunch of nasty stuff to get the stories onto the IBM at work), I'm job-hunting and grad school-applying for next fall, and since Kevin doesn't know whether he'll be here or in SF, I'm doing it all in both places. I spent 2 hours with the on-line Peterson's today, trying to find out what prep schools to apply to (for teaching positions). The darn thing doesn't have addresses or phone numbers - nuisance. Ugh. Anyway, enough whining.
Supposed to snow again this weekend. If the snow doesn't cancel all my plans, I have contra dancing tonight, folk singing tomorrow (or a birthday party), another party Saturday (or the afore-mentioned birthday party - don't ask), and a visit to my bright little sister at Johns Hopkins (pre-med, of course) on Sunday. Exhausting but fun -- we'll see how the weather shapes up.
Finished Anne of Avonlea, very sweet, and making me wish I had picked up a copy of Anne of the Island while I was at it. Also finished up Joanna Russ's very disturbing The Two of Them, and once again she has me examining aspects of being female and of the relationship between the sexes -- aspects that I thought I had settled (at least in my mind). Good for me, I suppose, though disturbing. Ran into an interesting aphorism on my writing workshop this morning - Inoffensive literature is an oxymoron.