Daffnee

What happened to feminazi Daphne? The day's activities run as such: reading, ironing, vacuuming, sewing, New York Times crossword. My mother calls those middle three activities "life skills", which is really her polite way of calling them things-that-only-lazy-people-pay-money-for-other-people-to-do -- comforting, considering that I'm undergoing job anxiety at the moment and that these life skills give me enough to occupy me so that by the time I come around to the debate of whether to even get a job for 2 months it's too late to actually do anything until tomorrow. So, until then, I cook, clean, and bide my time till August while reading the rather coffee-stained copy of the New York University Environmental Law Journal I got in the mail today.