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Sarah should be reading Frederick Douglass's Narrative of a Life, but she's not. She's sitting on the floor, hunched over like a gnome, dozing and bobbing up every now and then.

She's also playing better music, today. Yay!

Edit: This is a better story.

Sarah is talking to a friend on the phone. I'm not really paying attention, being in the other room and singing Dave Matthews songs under my breath as I contemplate reading more of Jane Eyre. I heard her hang up the phone, though (well, I hear it beep when she pushes the "off" button; this is the 21st century after all) and then she says, "I meant to say 'see you in a bit' and then I changed it to 'while' and ... "

I thought I knew where this was going, so I said, "Did you say 'bile'?!"

"No," she said. Aw, man. "I said 'whit.' "

" 'Bile' would've been cooler," I said. She didn't think so.

"Well, this way it still means the same thing," I said. "It sounds British or something. Isn't 'whit' a word that means, you know, a little bit? 'I don't care a whit for that,' or something."

"Yes, but I was thinking w-i-t," Sarah said, spelling it out. "Like witty."

"Yes, I know," I said. "But it's a different word!"

"Well, that's not what I said," she told me. "And since I said it, I am right."

Such dictatorial friends I have.

Speaking of which, Matthew is for some strange reason actually going to drive here this weekend so I can see him, and The Matrix: Revolutions, much earlier than I had previously thought. Now that he's agreed to it, I'm being self-conscious about inconveniencing him, but I guess I'm obviously not forcing him to do anything. I don't think I could get him to do anything against his will, anyway.

Things I learned yesterday

Twelfth Night is funnier than I remember. Olivia's character especially, I am such a fan of the guy who played her. (Yes, I said "guy"; it was an "original practices" production. I saw it at the Guthrie last night, along with a bunch of other English majors and honors students from Morris.)

I don't like Chinese food, but I like eating with chopsticks. I don't think chopsticks will work well for Cheerios and sandwiches, though.

I should just cultivate a taste for McDonald's, and forget about Chipotle and The Olive Garden and Space Aliens and the palce I ate last night (The Lotus, I think it's called), and all the cool places I like to eat, even Arby's, because I never get to eat there.

I am not the only person who admits to being a Linux user in the way that I do. What way is that, you ask? Grudingly, only when necessary, and not expecting to really be understood. We're not ashamed, it's just too much work to explain to people who've never heard of it, and people who have heard of it freak out because they think you're going to start talking another language or something. It is fun to meet another such person and take the news in stride (he seemed like a computer geek; I wasn't too shocked at him saying he uses Linux) and to, in turn, surprise them at your lack of surprise. Especially when you happen to be a girl. It's fun. It's like ambushing the geeks.

Apparently everybody on the trip has been to England, London, and the Globe Theater. Except me. I heard a bunch of people talking about it at more than one point. I've never been out of the country, so I just nodded at those points.

An acquaintance of mine, sort of a friend-of-my-friends, no longer wants to have ten kids. She's babysat for two kids and has seen the light on that subject. Hallelujah. I knew that was going to happen. I've taken care of kids; she never had before. I could tell; she romanticizes them so. She still wants four or five, which is bad enough, but it's a lot better than ten. She still thinks it's okay to turn left when the arrow for the left-hand lane is red, though. But hey, no one's perfect.

Somebody should just hit Jane. And Mr. Rochester. They're so dumb. We hate them because we like them and don't know why they're making things so difficult for themselves.

Wandering around downtown Minneapolis when you don't know where you're going isn't the brightest way to find a place to eat. No one got frostbitten or run over by cars, but I think a couple of people tried.



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