I will not complain about my job anymore, ever. I realized today that, now that I'm used to it, it's kind of a damn good job to have. I get there late, leave early, do next to nothing while I'm there, so I get to read a lot, and sit in the sun... and the boys aren't so bad, really. I even like them, mostly.

My mother was watching a Buffy rerun with me last night - I have been making a fan out of her, so that she'll be forced to continue watching once I'm back at school - and it was the one where Spike declares his obsessive love for Buffy. My mother got disturbed by how Buffy treated Spike. "She's so mean to him... poor Spike."

Awww... my mommy has a crush on Spike. *g* (Who doesn't, though? I mean, really.)

I hate days when I'm just tired. No amount of caffeine, or anything else, can energize me - I just sit around and long for sleep, and then I get cranky because I hate sleeping and since I can't do much about my body's persistant need for it, I'd like to at least feel awake during my non-sleeping hours. And, today, I didn't. At all.

I blame the rain. And getting up at seven every day. Bah.

I used to love the rain and loathe the sun. Now I'm loving the sun and rainy days like this have begun to irritate me. I really don't get me, sometimes.

...not on fandom. On gender. Going to Smith has given me plenty of fuel for thoughts about that.

My impression has been that there are people who seem to want to make gender null and void, eliminate all stereotypes, eliminate all differences. And, don't get me wrong, I respect that. I'm all for androgyny; it turns me on. And it is a legitimate solution to gender inequality, I suppose.

But (but!) I don't think I'd ever really want that. I like well-defined gender distinctions. Cuz, well, if they weren't there, there'd be nothing there to fuck with. And what would be the fun in that?

I should really go to sleep. This is headed nowhere good or sane.