I live with a queen

These days, I find it difficult to maintain my journal. Not because of a lack of time, although this week even that has not been as abundant as usual. No, it is because my access to the house computer has been limited, I have been “overruled” if you will, by none other than the “Queen of the Computer.” The Queen sits on her swiveling throne, presiding over her internet kingdom both day and night. When I come in after midnight, she is there. When I come down for breakfast in the morning, she is already halfway through her emails. Given those rare moments when her throne is vacated, I steal the still-warm seat to catch up on my internet tasks. It is usually not 20 minutes before she comes pouncing down the stairs again, and sitting down at the table across from her usual place, she stares me down as I self-consciously, and quickly, bring any email or conversations to a close and run out of the room. It once crossed my mind that she could be running an internet business, what else would prevail her to spend such long hours in front of a glowing screen? But upon further investigation I discovered that it is only emails, a great deal I must presume, and constant communication with her “subjects.” So a thousand apologies for the inconstancy of my writings, and please accept my excuses from the land where anarchy rules and weak-willed serfs like myself must learn to endure such harsh rulership. And now back to my feminism paper that I dropped off when suddenly inspired to write this…