we demonstrate the dangerous effects of night sweats!

Yo so I finally finished a rough draft of my internship paper, the one I've been working on since the end of August. Yeah! I feel so accomplished.

On Wednesday I went on another excursion with gumby, this time into the woods behind my church. (It sounds suggestive, I know; I realized after writing him an email that said "let's see what we can find in the woods behind my church" how weird it really seemed.) It was a very successful trip! We discovered: a fox den, fox prints, raccoon scat, a generous persimmon tree (I'd never tasted the fruit before; it's surprisingly orange-y), an old killsite with bloody feathers and discarded bird bones, deer rubs, and many deer trails. I love this stuff. And he even offered to "guest" at my middle school youth group, to take them on the same walk we went on and show them all that cool stuff. Not this Sunday but the next, hopefully. I'm super excited, and I think the kids will be too.

I've recently gotten into Wondermark, not via the Innernet but through a Wondermark book in the Bull's Head Bookstore. It's fucking hilarious, and I can't get enough of it. David Malki! is my new hero.

Speaking of heroes, some journalism student wrote an article about my dad for the Durham Herald-Sun. And it mentions me! I'm officially famous. Also it features a photo of him wearing a ridiculous scarf, because he is awesome.

Work at Food Lion lately has been really surreal. I've become a very different employee than I began as, meaning, I no longer give a shit. And it makes things so much more fun/interesting/entertaining. For example, the other night no one working was fully competent: D was pregnant and nauseous, KB was sick and infectious, KD was high, and I was experiencing the illuminating effects of 20oz of black coffee. The night passed fairly quickly.

My Art professor sent me a creepy email about my lack of involvement in the class since the exam grades came out. First of all, I didn't intend it to be (or even realize that it was) so obvious, and second of all, it's not a reaction to the exam grades but an expression of disgust towards the dumbasses in my group who have ruined my grade for that class. I've decided any investment in the class is no longer worth it, therefore I don't participate in class discussions. Good riddance! I haven't replied yet, not sure if I will. So awkward and unnecessary, and just uncalled for. Boo poo.

Dr Oz just told us that the level of testosterone in one's body correlates to the length of one's ring finger. I am decidedly female.