Fun With Dickhead

I'm not actually writing about a dickhead today. A blogfriend made that the title of her post and it made me smile when I read it this morning, and smile again when I thought of it later on. This blog post is dedicated to all the women who are no longer married to dickheads. May you find better headed men to be with in the future, and may you raise your daughters to recognize and steer clear of dickheads in their lives, and sons to not be dickheads themselves.

Anywayyyyyy....

So there's this protest going on today at Market Street at 5:30 regarding Prop 8. I have to cross Market Street to get home. Should be interesting.

Why would I have to get home? Because yesterday at 8:30 in the morning I got called to temp for Thursday and Friday. In the Word Processing Department. Heh.

Now I am sitting in a stuffy law firm with one funny gay man and one old deaf man listening to the emergency broadcast system blare about a fire drill. Tons of fun.