…but it turns out being emotionally exhausted is physically exhausting, and I don’t totally feel like waxing poetic about my denial of the coming semester and how there may not be any more coming after it and yes, I started to cry this morning so what I’m normal, dammit.
Instead I’m going to write about how Facebook thinks I’m Jewish. And looking for a husband. At Jwed.com. Or perhaps jewishsingles.net. (Find your mensch today! I’m not even kidding. I don’t know what that means, but I’m guessing he won’t come to the Easter Vigil with me.) Jwed in particular has quite the track record- five weddings a week! My goodness.
Anyway, Facebook apparently only picks up on the keywords in my statuses, and not on the “Religion” section. Because mine is very clearly “Roman Catholic.” If it could say “Roman Catholic and Like Hell I’m Raising My Kids Anything Else I Respect Your Ancient Religion But You Can Go To Temple All By Yourself Mister”, it would. The box wasn’t that long.
(Incidentally, that’s pretty much how my notes on intermarriage and the impact on the Jewish society in the United States from Jewish WI look. Yeah. It was an interesting class.)