Oh, moving day. Moving Day sucks.

I hope that things will settle down soon for you soon, Kristin.

No, not moving today, but bathroom goes bye-bye Tuesday morning and new place won't be ready until Wednsday or Thursday, so I have to get my place packed up and ready now. If I wasn't working this week I'd have more time, but alas. I'm going to be floating between here (caring for kitties and such) and staying at ND's (working bathroom and such) until I can move.

Man, vw, you're being SO much nicer than me.

I'd be sorely tempted to leave the self-entitled little shithead to his own devices. He doesn't want to meet with you those two times? He thinks he's doing you a frigging FAVOUR? When you are PUTTING YOURSELF TO TROUBLE TO HELP HIM? Fine. Peachy. You deserve the rest. He can fucking well do the work himself and in double time and choke on it.

Seriously. His attitude sickens me.

In less angry news, as I type, elsewhere in Maadi the Maadi Community Church is having a children's nativity play featuring real camels. I'd be there myself, but we just got back from singing the Hallelujah Chorus and assorted carols at the residence of the British Ambassador. I'm full of mulled wine and mince pie. Yum.

oatmeal:

Whenever I type a sentence, I come over here and reward myself by refreshing my message center. It is very discouraging when there are no new messages!

DebetEsse calls this "poking the internets". I do it all the time too!

ETA: Oh, and Val, what Fay said. I can't believe what an ungrateful little shit he's being.

Tries to tap dance. Remembers back sprain. Falls down and hopes for physical humor cred.

His attitude sickens me.

Yeah, me too. Unfortunately, I can't say, "Tough shit, dodo brain."

And I only get paid $8 an hour to do this. I can't think about that too much. It depresses me.

You can start looking through the ~150 semi-organized photos of my trip, if you are really bored. [link]

Plus, Flickr page loads take forever, so it'll eat up extra time.

Lilty, with someone who has been laid up with a back sprain, you have little excuse to not be ALL OVER the internets and visit with us! Er, unless you don't have a laptop or the technologies needed to post while flat on your back. I may sound mean, but it's just 'cause I miss you!

Honestly, I hurt more in my bed than anywhere else, it's like muscle spasms a go-go. But its the only place I have to sit in my room.

Whenever I type a sentence, I come over here and reward myself by refreshing my message center.

You're working on your paper, huh? I should do that. Aaaaanytime now.

Wow, Fay, for a primary schoolteacher, you certainly have an exotic life. Think I could come out there and teach high school?