After last night's entry, I feel compelled to remind you that I have taken to calling one of my roommates "ArtStudent." Because she is, in fact, an art student. Specifically: a photography student. A photography student often in need of models. So my foray into the realm of girls-telling-me-what-to-do-when-naked was not a radical change in my personal ideology of sexy, as much as it was my roommate needing someone to take pictures of. So, somewhere in the world now exists pictures of my naked behind in the shower. So much for a career in politics.
In other news: yesterday Word crashed. While I was writing my novel. I lost a full two-thirds of my novel to date, which was a crushing enough setback that I had to take a break and go be a model for a few hours. Now, granted, to that point I had only written one full page, and had only been writing for somewhere approaching fifteen minutes. BUT -- it was still two-thirds of an entire novel-in-progress. I am heartbroken.
Also: I am reading China Mieville's latest, "The Scar." Followup to "Perdido Street Station," which everybody in the universe must read as soon as possible.