I am an avid reader of dooce. And truthfully, Heather's writing and regular updates are part of the reason that I've come back here -- she's helped me remember what it is to share details and stories, to have those moments in your day when you think to yourself "I'm going to put this on my website" and hope that no one else notices the smirk on your face. Mostly she writes about her baby, Leta, and whatever episodes she and her husband experience in the day to day life of being new parents. It's amusing, to say the least, and makes me look forward to being a parent (despite the fact that a lot of the writing is on how loud Leta screams, how little sleep they get, or, when Leta was still breastfeeding, how much Heather's breasts hurt). Heather, of course, writes a lot better than I do. Anyone who can make screaming babies seem like a good idea obviously knows what they're doing.

But until recently, I didn't realize how many websites out there are devoted to parenting, childbirth, and pregnancy. If I ever get pregnant, I will be glued to my computer.

Sorry if that was a bad image for you.

And so, friends, it seems I have reached my last day of Christmas vacation. Let me be the first to say: THANK GOD. This has been the longest most boring and depressing break ever. I think I'm the only one who thinks so. I'm so glad to get back to school. Yesterday's plans were to finish my correspondence course, clean my room and my bathroom, finish listening to the LPs that Carolyn loaned me, and muck up my new iMac with a lot of files that I already have on this computer. Today's plans are to finish my correspondence course, clean my room and my bathroom, finish listening to the LPs that Carolyn loaned me, and muck up my new iMac with a lot of files that I already have on this computer. What I did yesterday from 11am-4am (my schedule, these days), I can't honestly say. It has reached that point in the break where time slips away without me noticing. I guess when you don't leave the house (or even bother to change out of your PJs), these things happen. I did corrupt my dad's flash drive last night, and it seems irreparable. I guess it's convenient that we just ordered one for me -- if he can't fix it I guess I'll be giving mine to him. Sorry Dad.

I've caught the back-to-school crud before we've even returned. My throat feels worse every morning that I wake up and my blood sugar is freaking out from all the cough drops I've downed. Looks like it'll be another eventful day of not leaving the house.


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