I gotta get my shit together/'Cause I can't live like this forever

Yesterday: Went to Meijer and purchased, ironically enough, three cases of SlimFast shakes as part of the weight-gaining plan. Before you laugh at me or stage an intervention: if you look at the labels on SlimFast, Ensure, and soy protein shake powder, SlimFast has comparable nutritional content, tastes a LOT better, and costs significantly less money. As a meal supplement instead of a meal replacement, it really does make sense. Promise. Also, I went to bed last night before 1 in the morning for the first time in ages.

Today: Woke my ass up at 8:30 so I could take Aubs to the Secretary of State to get her missing license replaced. Turned down the offer of free breakfast so I could get to work on time.

Tonight: Walk with Aubrey and Haley + cleaning extravaganza. Need to put away clothes I washed at Haley's almost two weeks ago, scrape my dirty laundry off the floor, and start collecting bills and paystubs in a central location. If I'm feeling really adventurous, I might even do some dishes. I'm tired of living in a shithole. Would also probably be nice to hang out with slammer2012 before he disappears off the face of the planet for three weeks.

Tomorrow: Will finally get off my ass and call the student loan people to find out just how screwed I am. After work: walk and maybe Dominick's for the first damn time (it's criminal that I've been over 21 for a year and a half and have yet to taste Dominick's sangria, I swear.)

Okay. Time to earn me some money.

I'll take 2004 over 1658 any day of the week.

Nothing like a little 17th century politics of the bedroom to make me appreciate my current status as a woman, however flawed it may be...

If thou wouldst have thy Wife to reverence thee, do thou love her. To force a fear from the Wife by an austere, churlish, and surly carriage, is that which neither befits the Husbands place to exact, nor the Wives to yield: the Woman must be not drawn but led, not forced but wooed unto her duty by Love. --From LOVE and FEAR: The inseparable Twins OF A BLEST MATRIMONY, 1658.

Excuse me while I go burn my bra and join the nearest radical feminist organization.

EDIT: Holy crap, it gets worse:

The truth is, the Apostle here requireth love and somewhat more from the wife, such a love as expresseth it self by fear, such an affection as yieldeth chearful subjection: "The Wife see that she do not only love, but reverence her husband." To this purpose Theophylact saith aptly, "the wife must love her husband as a member, and fear him as the head:" the man indeed being the superior is only bound to love, but the woman being imperfect and inferior is obliged to fear.

Mmmm, 17th century misogyny. What a way to start the day.