Why Am I Taking Psychology of Women?

All is well. I've already got more homework than last semester, which is great, and (perhaps) a means of downloading textbooks for free. We shall see. But I am going to end up more misogynistic than ever if Wednesdays keep up like this. Oh well. Women are just people like men are just people and every person is different. It's that simple.

I miss way too many people these days. Perhaps I should stop talking. But that's just trite--using Catcher in the Rye like that. Apologies, droogs.

Now, back to our story:

Aurelia was quite content with her life--not that anyone ever asked. She had a cat and a wrinkly dog that accompanied her as she tended to her house on the cliff. In addition to her house, she had a fairly large garden, four sheep, chickens, an alpaca, and some visiting birds for which she cared. At night, she would take whatever vegetable for dinner and perhaps a chicken and prepare dinner for herself. Most clear nights, since Evars is a temperate kingdom and Hardenstall the best climate in all of it, she would eat on her back porch overlooking the vast lake. Some nights, she thought she could see lights from the neighboring kingdom of Luren. Though not terribly friendly, Luren left Evars well enough alone, so lights were all Aurelia ever got to see. She dreamed of the day that a ship might break the horizon. The cliff was near a great little grotto, perfect for anchoring ships. Strangers, visitors, new faces would be great.
One day, the warmest day, Aurelia woke ready for chores. She took last night's table scraps to her alpaca, fed the chickens, let the sheep out to pasture, and grabbed a pile of finished garments to be taken into town.
"Let's see, I have Madame Gorin's skirt, mended yet again--she'd better be more careful leaving her carriage. And the new baby clothes for the Lenendorfs. Ah, and Judge Carapel's new gown. Quite a stately number indeed. Let's hope it lasts."
As she counted items, she ambled down her pathway, accidentally shutting the gate on her cat.
The walk into town was just as normal as always. Birds flew overhead in the warm wind, and no travelers passed Aurelia. No one ever visited her, and since she was the only person living on this road, no one ever took it. She only got visitors in events of fashion emergencies--torn hems on the afternoon of a grand dance, a stain the day before a wedding. No one ever actually came to see Aurelia.
When she arrived in town, everyone she passed greeted her haphazardly. She went to her store--a room she rented from the florist--and waited for new demands and owners to come get old clothes.
Judge Carapel was the first to arrive.
"Hello, Aurelia. Is the gown ready?"
"Yes, Madame Judge. I hope it's to your liking," said Aurelia, grabbing the robe and presenting it to Judge Carapel.
"Oh marvelous. Just what I needed. We have some representatives from Shorin coming to visit! I don't know why, but I do know that they have important matters to discuss with our Mayor Ferlun."
"Well, I am glad that you think my work represents Hardenstall so well."

Shorin, at the center of Evars, was the great kingdom's capital city. Aurelia had actually lived there as a child, but remembered very little out of the hustle and bustle. In fact, this was the time Aurelia had lived with her family, and she remembered nothing of them at all. After Judge Carapel left, Hardenstall's residence poured into the shop, making requests for all sorts of finery in time to impress the king's representative's from Shorin. Aurelia wrote everything down and carefully planned her schedule to accommodate all the decadent demands. After several hours of lines out her door, residents expected Aurelia to start turning people away. However, she continued to simply take orders and measurements and old garments needing to be made new. No one believed she could get everything done, but Aurelia never said a word.