Trudes, do you know where it is?

In other news, I'm such a hypocrite. I will argue that twenty-four is too old to be treated like a child, but I will also argue that twenty-four is too young to be vaulted into adulthood without any sort of transition. Stop offering me helpful advice on car insurance while I'm trying to watch The 4400 ! Stop explaining to me why I should be investing in a Roth IRA while I'm trying to watch Prison Break ! I haven't thought about cars! I am scared of investments! If I want advice on scary adult things, I will FUCKING ASK YOU!

Or I'll ask the Buffistas, because I like them more.

(Also, stop telling me you expect me to be making $100,000 a year within five years, because I have the potential, and if I am not, you will be disappointed in me, because I love a challenge. And by challenge I mean disappointing my family is a hobby of mine.)

Yay for fun parties and no more boob glass.

Thanks for the empathy, Trudes. It is to laugh, really, the number of those damn things that I've racked up over the past several months.

PC you already made on of the key decisions you needed a while back when you changed your degree and career path. Do what makes you happy. Find a career that brings you joy. The money that is needed will come. It may or may not be a huge paycheck. If that is how your family wants to measure succes then I am truly sorry for them. A huge paycheck is in almost no way a measure of real success.

JenP, some people have a kink for those. You should see if you could develop one, it would make your life much more pleasant.

Ha! I don't think I'll be developing that kink, but I am very nonchalant about it now. I'm all, "Yeah, whatever. Bring it on."

Darn it - fell asleep on the couch and ended up in the full sun. Too darned hot.

I need to read about WW II and do homework. Don't wanna. Anyone wanna do my homework for me? I'll bake cookies. Someday.

What's your WW II homework on?

I do not have a thermometer, which is weird and stupid, I know. I just never think of it. I'm going to put it on my next to do list- do they sell them at Target?

I am so tired I feel like I want to punch someone. Weakly, of course, 'cause I'm tired and weak as a kitten. Maybe just push someone down the stairs with my pinky finger. No, I don't know why my continued exhaustion makes me feel impotently and vaguely violent.

I dreamed that I had a baby. I mean, I dreamed about giving birth. And then I had no fucking clue what I was supposed to do with a baby. I mean, a BABY. Mine. I was terrified.

I had a pregnancy dream last week that woke me up in a panic attack. UGH.

Went to IKEA. Went to lovely graduation party. Went food shopping. Drove home. made quick dinner and am about to collapse.

There are a few digital thermometers around my house, though it would take a bit of a search to locate any of them.

Tommyrot, basically I need to answer 'Assess the political and social repercussions of Truman's decision to drop "the bomb."'

The brain, she is overheated and I have ventilation, unlike Kristin (you have my deepest sympathy).

What's your WW II homework on?

She has to go back in time and kill Hitler!!

And then write an essay on her impact on the course of world history.