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A week in review

• I made a list of a bunch of things that have been hanging over my head and that I have been putting off for ages. Then I did them. Most of them. Some of them.  It felt good.

• I mouthed off about politics. Didn't feel so good.

• Emma got a little feisty and pointed out that the U.S. ranks far behind most other countries, including Australia, when it comes to women holding political office. And I said oh yeah? Well, we may not have many women in politics, but we have a higher percentage of homosexuals in congress than most countries. Just because they are all totally in the closet and vote “don't ask, don't tell” and slip $20s under bathroom stalls in airports doesn't mean we aren't, uh, progressive. Much.

• Then some of my Aussie pals emailed me and said don't be silly. All we care about is that Abbott doesn't get into office because then we'll all have to move to New Zealand. And I get that. Half the U.S. used to threaten to move to Canada every time a Bush came close to being elected. And Canada would be like, oh, fuck us, is it too late to withdraw from NATO and build a big wall or something?

• Warning: mood change ahead

• My diet has totally gone off the tracks. We had another mediation meeting this week. I hate them. I don't talk about the whole divorce thing here, for reasons you can probably appreciate. But suffice it to say we're going through mediation right now and still all living under the same roof -- no choice really -- no other family here and I don't have the money to move out until we settle.  It's intermittently tense and angry and tender and sad.  We're slogging through it as best we know how.  I'm taking comfort in coffee and dark chocolate and I'm out of chocolate. I put out a request to the Universe, via Facebook, for more chocolate, but as of yet none has been forthcoming. Which proves what I have suspected for some time now. God, like everyone else, has migrated to Twitter.

• God, if you're out there and you have the goods, you can find me here.

•  Kakka from Perth, in her infinite kindness, offered to send me chocolate and I said no, really, thank you, but it would melt on my doorstep.  It's 100 degrees here.  And then I thought about it and said actually, if you really want to send me chocolate you could wait until the fall when it's cool and my divorce goes through and I have to pack up and move into a new place because then I'll really need it, and by the way I love Violet Crumbles.  And she said, okay then, the fall.  I love Kakka.

• Lori has been emailing me every day. I wake up in the morning and there is an email or two from her and they crack me up. I think she should win the Nobel prize for hilariousness. If you're not already reading her blog you are missing out on seriously good writing and seriously good humor.

And now the weekend is here. That used to be a good thing. We'll see how it goes.