So I’ve gone from stressed out to depressed about how poor my time management skills are, to moderately determined. I still have an assload of work to do, but I think I can maybe actually get everything that needs to be done, done in time.

Today was pretty much a day. Tired, reading, campus, eggnog, Top Model (go not-Melrose! what a lame season), reading sections of this Christopher Hitchens article about how women aren’t funny out loud to Alex in an increasingly incredulous voice, movie for my paper, blog, bed.

Other blogs have really covered all the obvious bases. I mean, clearly he was writing this to piss people off; he’s a contrarian, it’s what he does. But, as Alex pointed out: does he really need to take down the female comedy establishment? Is that really blowing people’s mind? “Chicks aren’t funny. Because they have uteri,” is hardly an expose on Mother Theresa. Another sign that he’s lost his edge: quoting Kipling. Unquestioningly. As an authority. That people should take seriously. In the twenty-first century. The guy who’s best known for coining the phrase “white man’s burden” and writing The Jungle Book. That’s funny.