I am so sorry, Ancient Dell Laptop.  I forgot about you and your ability to access random, unsecured wireless access points.  Sure, you do not have a dual-core processor, but you can access LiveJournal, and that, my dear Laptop, is GOLDEN.

I am sitting in my apartment, drowning my eyes in lens solution because I can’t find my glasses and my allergies are acting up like whoa.  Meanwhile, I am celebrating my inner showtune-loving geek with the soundtrack to Wicked, and holy crap, I dig it.  It’s a musical about the backstory of the Witches of Oz.  It’s so fucking brilliant. [I realize people were saying this ages ago, but I just discovered it, dammit.]

Today, I visited the Kinsey Institute, and trust me, it was not as juicy as I had expected.  It was pretty cut and dry.  I did get to view sexually explicit art with complete strangers in the erotic art exhibit, so that was fun.  Also, they took us into the room where they measure genital arousal, and I couldn’t keep looking at that damn chair without thinking how many people sat there without pants with electrodes on their hoo-hahs.