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September 15, 2007

Random Bitching

It's chilly here, so I'm wearing fleece, which apparently turns me into a larger than usual chew, claw and attack toy for the One-Eyed Pirate Cat. At least he finally exhausted himself so he's sleeping now and not biting and/or rabbit punching my feet and calves. The attacks may also be him acting out his aggression re: my not being at home except to sleep for the past week. Dude, I've got news for you. That's the way it's going to be through mid-December.

For one glorious 4-day period I had internet in my office and still managed to get work done. And then they turned off the wireless access point or something because yesterday? Nada. And yesterday was not a good day to not be able to check my email.

Despite all of the working, I did not get all of the grading done. I got ALMOST all of the grading done, but that's not the same thing, is it? I'm refusing to go into the office this weekend to do any of it, (it's my Birthday Weekend, dammit) so my students are just going to have to wait until Wednesday to get all of their stuff back.

I can't tell whether this drippy throat and watery runny nose is the horrible cold everybody around me seems to be suffering from or allergies. It had better be allergies. I have no time for a cold.

The blouse I asked for for my birthday is no longer available (it was in the FALL 2007 catalogue, people, make sure you have enough of them) and the skirt I was really looking forward to because it's lacy and drapey and sparkly and autumnal turns out to hit me at exactly the wrong spot on my legs. The spot that makes me look really fat and really stumpy at the same time. And it had such potential. So I have to send it back. Not only do I not get to wear the skirt, but thanks to the new postal regulations, I can't just shove it in the mailbox and leave the flag up. I have to actually go into the post office to hand it over the counter. Because it weighs more than 1.3 oz or whatever the limit is. So I'm disappointed AND inconvenienced. Nice.

I'm cranky. I'd prefer to not be, but I think it's a result of the gunk coming out of my sinuses and the Very Long Week I just had. Which will, unfortunately, be shorter than the VERY Long Weeks I have coming up.

It's fall. Which means winter, that thing I'm still tired of from last year, is on its way.

The laundry is not doing itself. What the fuck is up with that? I have to sort it and hike it up and down the stairs (down and up the stairs, technically, since the washer and dryer are in the basement) AND fold it?

Dave got to spend his evenings this week playing with a puppet with which he bonded quite closely. I have to deal with both not being able to help his sadness at having to say goodbye to Rambo (the monkey puppet he worked in Serendib) but also my jealousy at not being able to get to play with a monkey puppet myself. The puppets were awesome, and he did a fantastic job. And I am so jealous I can't stand it. But he's sad, because Rambo became a person for him, a person he'll never get to see again, and that's worse.

My home office is a mess. It apparently isn't going to clean itself any more than the laundry.

I never have time to post here any more.

Posted by sally at September 15, 2007 09:42 AM

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