Ungh.

the books

The Mommy Myth is so incredibly good. I want to buy copies for everyone I know; unfortunately I can't, because I haven't yet clairvoyantly determined the winning Powerball numbers, but I'm working on that. In the meantime (could be a while) go get your own.
The God of Small Things is also wonderful. Get that too.

the pope

This affected me a lot more than I thought it would, actually, probably because my father was Catholic. The last time I was in a Catholic church was at his funeral; they were saying the mass for the dead and it was beautiful, very dignified.
I didn't agree with everything he had to say about birth control and womens' rights, but his notions struck me more as antiquated rather than out and out evil. I wouldn't wish my grandmother (who was also Catholic) ill either for holding those same views.
Yes, even hardened old agnostics like me are occasionally affected by religion. Not enough to get up early on Sunday though. Ugh.
(There may be more religious noodling, aka 'why I'm an agnostic, by Leah Meredith age 28' later on.)

the muse

I'm writing again, which is definitely yay. I don't know why this workshop thing is messing with my head so much. I started thinking that I should sit down and do Serious Literary Fiction and then proceeded to become blocked. Gee, what a surprise. I think the penguins in my head were sniffing glue, or something, because he did actually say 'genre fiction is fine'. So it's not like I have to actually produce Serious Literary Fiction.
I suppose it's because I feel like I'm a little out of my depth here. Probably for no reason. I may not get the passed-with-flying-colours A that I got in the last class, but I don't think I'm going to fail, either. At least not when I'm thinking reason.
(It amused me that the second thing that came into my head was a Jillia/Tieunis drabble, which I don't think I can really submit due to one of the characters technically not even being mine, but hey! writing is writing, product is good. Yay for the muse.)

And now, coffee. Thou shalt have no other gods before coffee, probably because thou is too damn tired to.

illusions of competency

I don't know where or why I actually managed to become a Competent Person. It seemed to sneak up on me when I wasn't looking. But I must be, because there's this clean house and laundry and schoolwork done and I'm still not dead. (Although I thought about dying when I read the piece I was critiquing. It was technically very good, I just feel icky about rape scenes.)

I have zucchini bread. The project to get Sean to eat things continues; if banana muffin squares will work, then so might zucchini bread. And apple bread. He goes back to group this week (thanks be to Gord). The hearing test is Tuesday. Fun times.

Today is 4/03, Forbidden Day. And I'm not even wearing the right underwear, damnit. :P Tomorrow is Not Found Day. How do you celebrate that? Lose something? What to lose ... it's a shame Lost isn't on tomorrow. It would seem right, somehow.