• pops into thread* Hello! I've just finished my last clearance card and paid my last thirty bucks to this institution! Yay!

Of course, they've already sent me forms asking for my contribution to the senior class gift, which, whatever. If I can only barely pay for my term bill I sure as hell can't afford to help you stick a bronze plaque in the ground.

It's so funny to be doing all of these things for the last time. Satisfying to be sure, but also a little strange.

The assholes at the code enforcement office saw fit to leave a notice saying we need to cut our grass, as it's too high. Um, sure, if Christopher were home in the FIVE MINUTES OF SUNSHINE we've had in the last four days since we've been home from our week long vacation, he'd have gotten right on that and mowed the lawn. I checked the weather channel and we're due for rain every day for the next six days. *sigh*

SA, I know the feeling. I just had my last taught class, ever. From here on in I'll be writing my dissertation. But really, I've been taking classes more or less permanently since I was four. Nearly twenty years, and I'm done. Weird.

thanks all! of course, the guy I need to meet with got called into a meeting, so I'm just hanging out waiting for his secy's to call.

Job-ma, job-ma, job-ma, salary where it belong~ma to you, Vortex.

oh, Cash, that's ridiculous. I'm sorry you have to deal with it.

job~ma Vortex!

I had to get out of the house, so I am at Starbucks. I should be doing work, but instead, I paid for Internet. Oh, well...

I should be doing work, but instead, I paid for Internet.

They don't have free wifi?

Today has been weird. I got a call on my cell from someone in Bay Saint Louis, MS. Didn't speak English. Called FOUR TIMES.

job-ma and salary-ma to you, Vortex.

First-world whinge:

Bleah. Just got back from the MD. Everything is fine, except that all my arm veins hid from the lab tech and she ended up having to draw from the back of my hand, which HURT LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER.

Also, I'm not gaining enough weight. Two pounds total since January. The MD impressed upon me rather fiercely that I must gain a pound a week between now and the next appt, or some unspecified but dire consequence will befall me. Which is a pathetic whinge, but I feel like I'm eating all the fricking time, except during those moments when I'm actively antihungry and the thought of food repulses me. Maybe a stash of Power Bars and peanuts in my desk? Pasta every night? Any healthy-gaining/eating-when-you're-not-hungry tips from other Bitch mothers would be very much appreciated.

And I feel totally humiliated even whinging about this, when there are so many Bitches under attack from body image demons. So I'm hideously sorry. Stoopid craxy American culture and its wack-ass expectations for women and their bodies and food and the way they relate to it and think about it and permit themselves to consume it. Bleah.

They don't have free wifi?

Nope. They suck.

I got a call on my cell from someone in Bay Saint Louis, MS. Didn't speak English. Called FOUR TIMES.

Someone from an area code I don't recognize keeps calling and leaving messages on my cell phone voice mail. In Spanish. They've probably left 10 messages in the last week. I feel badly for them, but there is nothing I can do about it.

I feel totally humiliated even whinging about this, when there are so many Bitches under attack from body image demons

Their body image demons can beat up your health issues? It's not like you're complaining about being too happy, much less a diamond-shoes-too-tight sort of a problem.