"I'm a One-Man Guy, I'm a One-Man Guy..."

I am sitting in the Philadelphia train station right now, barely conscious because I took my medicine on the train and slept three hours, and it's almost five o'clock. (I'll be home in two hours! Well, three, counting the drive, but at least I'll be with my family in two.) I really don't like travelling.

Anyway, you should all check out this post by holyschist, which contains a ton of good links for IBARW and on feminism and beauty and some other topics. I didn't get around to doing anything for IBARW because I was in Massachusetts, but maybe I will get something belated up some time this week.

I am the only person in the train station carrying a giant purple and gold paper flower! :D So there's that. And I'm sitting right in front of my gate dammit with my flower and my computer, BECAUSE I CAN. I love Philly station and its smallness (almost as much as I love mhari). There was a nearly-full moon outside my window all the way here from Westwood; it was cheese-yellow and sat there for me all night long.