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Casper up again for unexplained freakout at 12. Up until 1:30.
Tired. (Possibly dehydrated - must remedy by ingesting non-caffeinated beverages).
Work sucks. (Somehow my morale just drops when Big!Boss says, "Let's just roll with the punches and help each other." Call me old-fashioned, but I am a fan of leadership and a plan, not winging it when not equipped with actual wings.)
Too introspective last night. (Argument in favor of having another child - no time to be depressed becasue too tired).
New York Times article (http://www.nytimes.com/2005/09/20/national/20women.html) about ivy league women planning to drop career for child-rearing when they reach 30 depresses me on so many levels (only rich women, or women married to rich men, can afford to do that; what about divorce; what about co-parenting and the importance of fathers; what about the fact that it's society's failure to support parents that makes this necessary; god, even at 18 I think I was not that spoiled and naive and is it evil of me to wish they all get heaping doses of reality sometime in the next 12-20 years? Life is hard. You can't fucking plan it, girls. You've been lucky so far, and you can't count on being lucky forever, and even your smarts and hard work and wealth might not save you, though they certainly give you a leg up over the ignorant, lazy and poor.)
Wah. Wah. Wah.
Tired. (Possibly dehydrated - must remedy by ingesting non-caffeinated beverages).
Work sucks. (Somehow my morale just drops when Big!Boss says, "Let's just roll with the punches and help each other." Call me old-fashioned, but I am a fan of leadership and a plan, not winging it when not equipped with actual wings.)
Too introspective last night. (Argument in favor of having another child - no time to be depressed becasue too tired).
New York Times article (http://www.nytimes.com/2005/09/20/national/20women.html) about ivy league women planning to drop career for child-rearing when they reach 30 depresses me on so many levels (only rich women, or women married to rich men, can afford to do that; what about divorce; what about co-parenting and the importance of fathers; what about the fact that it's society's failure to support parents that makes this necessary; god, even at 18 I think I was not that spoiled and naive and is it evil of me to wish they all get heaping doses of reality sometime in the next 12-20 years? Life is hard. You can't fucking plan it, girls. You've been lucky so far, and you can't count on being lucky forever, and even your smarts and hard work and wealth might not save you, though they certainly give you a leg up over the ignorant, lazy and poor.)
Wah. Wah. Wah.