Flotsam

Oh, bother. I forgot about NaBlowMe until just now, when I have already had two gin-and-ginger-ales, and now I am forced to break my no-blogging-whilst-intoxicated rule. But I have to post something, because I have it on good authority that if I miss a day Mrs. Kennedy will personally pluck every hair from my body.
I am sleepy as a lamb. And yet I am a slave to this humble keyboard. La vie, c’est fou!

I am up to my elbows in Montaigne this evening, for school. If there is one thing a girl shouldn’t do whilst intoxicated, besides post her musings on the internet, it is read Montaigne.
I am thinking that next on my agenda is ice cream.
The Actuallly is nattering ON and ON about a post-geographic society or something about capitalism or a community–it is making my head hurt, frankly.

“The small town was an arbitrary construct in the first place.”
This is the sentence my fiance just uttered. What does it mean? No one knows.
I am a very lucky girl, as you can see.
He just told me to stop typing and asked, “Are you putting this on your blog?”
Yes, I am.

Did you know that Elizabeth Rohm from Law & Order went to Sarah Mawr? She did, it was in our alumni newsletter, or somewhere. In case you have forgotten, she is the Germanic, blonde assistant district attorney who turns out to be a lesbian. Mostly she purses her lips and tells Mr. McCoy that he is on a slippery ethical slope. But that Jack McCoy, with his wrinkly boyish charm, is too busy pursuing justice to worry about his career. He tends to waggle his head when he delivers closing arguments, have you noticed that?
I am watching Law & Order right this moment–this is a stream-of-consciousness sort of blog entry. I am a kind of electronic Joyce, only without the brogue.

I think it is about time I had that ice cream.