I just finished finals and am now getting tipsy in triumphant celebration. I also started going to the gym in an attempt to become a healthy, strong, fat grrl. I don't have pics because I am technologically impaired and cannot seem to make my digital camera work. I guess that's what I get for buying at rite-aid. I doubt that anyone is going to read this, so I don't really know why I'm doing it at all. Maybe I'm having an existential crisis or something. Spokane is a backwards hell hole of a town and I can't get anyone to agree to show up for this dinner party I'm throwing on the 16th for Hanukkah. Everyone I know either assumes I'm straight because I'm married, or assumes I'm a lesbian because I have short hair and don't wear makeup very often. It drives me crazy that I'm supposed to give up half of my sexual identity in order to fit into somebody else's oversimplified dichotomy. Either that or give up my sexuality completely on the basis that I'm too fat to fuck, I guess. Whatever, I must be cycling depressive.