All greasy-faced. Drew fed me bacon. I haven't showered yet. Waiting for the coffee to brew. Today I'm reading (fun stuff) and doing laundry. Waiting for the Mad Men finale.

We saw An Education last night with our friend Dianne. It made me think about how our homes are such a reflection of our minds, our personalities. Alfred Molina's character dominated his family with all his anxiety and fear. The audience loved it -- laughing at his small mindedness -- but it made me worry. Our apartment is often sloppy, messy... there's a lot of giggling and also some angry outbursts. Would a child be happy here? Damaged by our personal shortcomings? Because we have lots of them. More than anything I worry about having an angry home. It's awful growing up surrounded by that kind of energy.

Greasy face. I can't decide if I'd rather laze around reading pre-shower or post-.

Calamari = squid. My fun fact for the day. Drew: "I learned that in fifth grade." Ouch. He knows everything.