the entry where i mention boobs.

I guess I'm technically on a break, trying to actively make my life more interesting so I have more than (current count =) nine people (where, okay, two of them are me) interested in reading about me.

I will say this about my new half job: kids in high school could do with a little less ego. Particularly the smart ones. Let's have a little less positive reinforcement and a little more flogging.

I would also like to recount this incident, which happened at practice yesterday. I was being officially introduced to a group of rowers for the first time (my few prior appearances were sort of on a trial basis), and my boss was all, "This is Kate, she's a mechanical engineer," and immediately the hairs on the back of my neck were all, "that's technically true, but still we don't so much enjoy this moniker," and then, from the back of the barn, I hear this girl, I swear, sigh, "Coooooool." So the hairs on the back of my neck settle down, but I'm suddenly all ashiver with the burden of being an inspiration to these overindulged little geniuses.

And then there's just this one more thing I've been thinking about a lot. Last night I had a dream wherein I wrote all about it, but I know things in dreams are never as interesting as when dreamt, so I'll keep it short. We have this strip mall, kind of down the road and around the corner aways, with three storefronts. The one on the left is a Baptist church. The one on the right is a sex shop called "In The Mood," where the "oo" in "Mood" looks more like this:

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For the few months we've been living here, that middle storefront's been sitting deserted. I've been racking my brain trying to think of a business that could bridge that sort of a consumption gap, and I'd finally just about given up and started thinking of it as the buffer store. The other day I drove by and saw this sign in the window that sort of answered the question better than anything else I'd considered: "Coming soon: Curves for Women!" Body worship, go figure.