.....Spoken by my friend, Jana, when talking to her co-workers about the upcoming storm.

Gosh, I wish that would have been me.

So, I spent the day tending to laundry, and watching the poor seagulls trying to fly against the storm. The lights have flickered a few times already, prompting my boss to call and tell me to fill up my tub with water. I'm not sure what the connection is, as I was pretty sure toilets did not run on electricity. But, like I've stressed countless times before, this is a strange place.

At the moment, I'm watching some bullshit Oprah show about the sexual habits of Americans. They just have a couple on with a woman who did not want to have sex with her husband. On an academic level, I can understand the reasons for that attitude, but I will never, ever, EVER be that woman. As a matter of fact, it seems that most of my women friends who are in relationship have higher sexual drives than their partners.

But back to these women... all these women who have decreased sex drives... I don't know. It seems like these types of women are the types of women who spend 18 hours cleaning the area behind the toilet, or will fly into a blind rage if the duvet cover they ordered doesn't exactly match their new imported Italian area rug.

Puh-lease.

The day.. no, the MINUTE domestic duties become more important than making myself happy, I will shoot myself in the head. Once you start down that road, it's hard to stop. At least, that's my opinion, it's what I've observed.

Okay, now couples are making sex business plans? What? Complete with missions statements? And contracts? Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

I'm afraid the power will go out on me again, so I'll end it here, less I continue on this rant.

Stay warm, everyone.