This is just to say...

1. I have had "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch" running through my brain perpetually for the last five hours. Am hating it. I wonder if God is trying to tell me that it's my destined themesong or something. I am not male though, to my knowledge, so I am hoping he's perhaps got the wrong address.
2. I am tired of politics and alliances and beer-drinking buddy circles (which, of course, meet when I cannot meet) already. And it's only my third week of grad school. You never knew that almost all of your teachers got together for a brewfest on a regular basis during graduate school, did you? It's a reality, kiddies.
I never go though, becuase I have karate that night. Got to learn for the masses.
3. I put red henna in my hair last night (a god-awful, muddy mess), and after 25 minutes it still came out looking the same (only glossier), leaving me to conclude that my hair has actually become strawberry blonde over the last five years. Hormones? Miracles? Both, inseparably? Thank God, at least I've got hair that fits my temperament. Fiery orange and frizzled as hell: that's me.
Both of my grandmas are redheads, so I guess it makes sense that it might have actually changed color. Still: odd.
4. My car (which we call "The Ocarina of Time," because something in its air-ciruclation system is loose, causing it to whistle haunting melodies as I drive), is gradually going kaputt. Monday was the second time in a week that I've taken it into the shop, but at least the repair guy (a lad about my age) fixed it for free. Hooray for the Wonderbra, it just saved me fifty bucks.
Just kidding, of course.
5. Harry Potter Harry Potter Harry Potter. Costumes! Gryffindor patch! Done! Pictures later! Will be devouring book this weekend for sure! Something along the lines of postpartum depression thereafter, undoubtedly! But nevertheless---!