Ouch, my feet hurt. I am so not used to wearing heels. Why are so many women's fashions and grooming standards so inherently abusive to our bodies? Urgh!

Tonight I sucked it up and supported the hefty weight of my body on the pictured five-inch toothpicks for the special occasion of receiving a scholarship from the women's section of the local bar association, in the generous amount of 5 G's. This is a good thing, because I hadn't accepted the full amount of the loans that were offered to me -- for fear of having to pay them back -- and consequently I would have gone flat broke in about the middle of November without the extra help.

A small chunk of that money came out tonight itself, since they charged $65 per guest, and my whole family came. But that's OK, because when unnecessary amount of effort appears to have been exerted in sculpting the butter, you know you're having a good meal.

On the ride back, my parents spent the whole time lecturing me on how it was great that I had done some stuff to merit said money and recognition, but I shouldn't "waste" my "brilliance" on a low-paying career in women's human rights.