Here are some things that I enjoy doing. . . Crocheting, Baking, Reading, Cooking,
Here are some other things that I enjoy doing. . . Playing any and every sport, working out, hiking, building things, organized things, fixing computers. . .
My activities that one might consider “Manly” or dare I say it “husbandly” far outweigh the others.

Now these are all things that I like doing. Martha Stewart in many ways I have decided is similar to myself. She enjoys baking, crafting, and what not but at the same time she is a tycoon. When Martha bakes no one says “wow, that sure was a wifey thing to do, Martha!” Why is this you may ask? Ahh I know b/c Martha is a kick butt tycoon and no one would dare say something so demeaning and impersonalizing to her. She is without a doubt a person, not a wife. I hate it when people refer to me in ways that they wouldn’t refer to others mearly b/c I am married. My relationship status should have no bearing on which activities I enjoy. I hate it when people count me out of things as if a) simply b/c I am married I have lost all knowledge of an outside world or b) as if I have been married since birth. I hate it when people ask me questions and address them to my husband. I apologize for ever using the collective we.

Am I a wife? Yes. Am I a person that is successful and independent? Heck Yes.

Everyone pick up a copy of Pride and Prejudice (and this does not include that piece of crap movie) read it and meditate upon it. Jane Austen did not risk her life writing such a glorious work for me to be referred to as merely a wife.

Thank you for time and reading. Comments as always are welcome.

It is currently 4 am. I at this point see no reason to go to bed. This week has completely and utterly ruined my sleep habits. I went to bed at 12:00 only to awaken at 1:30 feeling greatly refreshed and ready to work. So I’ve been working on my final Creative Nonfiction essay. It’s pretty darn good, if I do say so myself. I am surrounded by bits of paper and diet coke cans there are books at least 15 strewn about the floor from last nights endeavors. I have returned to my old friend Critical Theory Since Plato for some help in writing my essay. It is quite amazing that a book that is well over one thousand pages and is intense on every level not to mention incredibly difficult to read, I cried over it a many a time, could bring such inspiration. Maybe it was having a certain Captain usher me through it the first time that brings such satisfaction to each little page. I do not know.

At any rate a brief diatribe:
Why the man wants to keep us sleepy:

I believe that the Man, and we all know who that is, wants to keep us sleepy, so that we are less able to overthrow his regime. If the establishment is able to keep everyone between the ages of 18 and 30 tired and up late at night, they are unable to man a revolution during the day. Ahh that crafty man, nothing more than a fox. He should be punished. We should sleep.

Conspiracy theories are so easy to hatch at 4 in the morning.

As-Salâmu ‘Alaikum