The past couple days has brought it to my attention, AGAIN, that it sucks to be a girl. I should have been a boy or a droid, even. I'm pretty sure my femininity card has already expired or been revoked and the rest of the equipment is just sitting around getting dusty. Seems a bit of a waste at times.
So, I'd like to trade in my 1982 model for something a little less problematic. Everything would be as it should be, easy to maintain, nothing out of line. I feel like I've discovered that some contraption I've kept in my attic for years, unused, has suddenly begun to break. It's really not fair.
But for now, I'll make due with what I have got, which appears to be in ok, if somewhat cantakerous, working order.
Now, I'm going to go back to bed, snuggle in my blankets, and maybe cry a little. Is that a cuddle craving I feel? Damn.
"If there was a better way to go then it would find me
I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me
Be kind to me, or treat me mean
I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine"
--"Extraordinary Machine"- Fiona Apple--
(If you're any fan of Fiona Apple, flock to her new record! FLOCK!!)