The End

My nose is stuffy. So stuffy, that my ears are buzzing. Not too stuffy, apparently, to smell the wonder that is buttery popcorn filling the 2nd floor of Pray Harrold. And thus, I simply cannot be expected to work on my paper. Popcorn. Want. Now. Wait...I don't even really like popcorn. I don't like to eat it. Smelling it is another story. I am delirious. Unhinged. This morning I thought I lost a very important (read: Very Important) paper. Turns out it was in my folder all along. Coffee makes my stomach hurt. I can't hear.

This morning I woke up and plugged in the Christmas lights that are draped around the living room window. I pulled the blanket back up for a few more minutes and then forced myself to get up and heat up the kettle for coffee. I think I spent another 20 minutes trying to catch up on my blogs, and then I got sidetracked by the Block Printing group on flickr. Check it out.

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a little set

ashley sent this to me in the mail for christmas, along with these birch stilts for grace!

Carving linoleum has always been difficult for me. I'm wondering if I either a) need to heat it first, or b) need different tools (I'm using a Speedball cutter). Given the plethora of products on their page, I'm thinking it's the latter. giftideacoughcoughcough. I wonder if the linoleum I bought there is an older version (it was the only kind they had several months back).

What else have I been doing today? Debating generic-singular pronouns. Thoughts on "they?" I think I want to be Grammar Girl for Halloween next year. I've also been quietly pondering the difference between gendered careers/clothing/various other applications as tools of control/demarcation rather than as a consequence of physique. See "If I Were a Man," by Charlotte Gilman Perkins.