Day of flying things

Early morning sleep disrupted by yet another exams nightmare. Was trying to write an essay on Buffy as mass communication. Didn't have enough time. Kept trying to sketch Willow on the paper. Was distressed. Woke up. Wanted to throw something at the birds, but didn't.

So, apparently, the thing is, Women are Cool, because they can have Babies and love Unconditionally and be completely Selfless and Cry, and only because of this. Sometimes I think I'm just going to be one of those scary feminists when I grow up, with a one-track mind and leaflets to hand out. It'd be easy. It'd be fun. No one would want to talk to me anymore, because I'd probably be boring, but at least I'd know what the hell I was doing.

And sometimes, when I'm at work, I think I may have made a mistake opting for the university instead of secretary school. I like photocopying.

Then, almost ate a flying ant on my way home from work.