I am becoming progressively more and more anally retentive, I think! I went into the bathroom and for the first time noticed that all the bottles of shampoo and conditioner and such are tilted and precisely the same 45 degree angle on the shower ledge and that all the bottles on the above sink shelf are lined up evenly. Of course I'm still same old me though because shit is everywhere in the rest of the apartment (though i suppose in straight little lines and piles). I must be getting this from my boyfriend. Ted is anally retentive and he has become more laid back and *slightly* less uptight. I think he is stealing my signature character trait and in exchange leaving me some of his anal retentiveness. I don't have time to contemplate the metaphysics of it all and actually I need to return to this paper which clearly has not been completed but is so incredibly incredibly due today. Of course it doesn't help that I went riding with the boys last night, who, instead of riding "slow" like they said they would, made a paceline and did some serious sprints. Clearly, I will need to be on the rollers a lot more and pulling cadences more around 100 because me ass got kicked on a few of those hillsprints. Boys.

On a side note, I am usually not impressed with things termed "feminist" but Virginia Woolf's Three Guineas is a fabulous book. In fact, one of my new favorite quotes comes from its pages and with that, I leave you:

"By chastity is meant that when you have made enough to live on by your profession you must refuse to sell your brain for the sake of money. That is you must cease to practice your profession, or practise it for the sake of research and experiment; or, if you are an artist, for the sake of art; or give the knowledge acquired professionally to those who need it for nothing. But directly the mulberry tree begins to make you circle, break off. Pelt the tree with laughter."