Reading Bitches at school (bad teacher!) is interesting. The security on the wireless will randomly stop the page from loading in the middle of posts once the "number of questionable words exceed[s] the limit" or if there is a "prohibited word." So then i have to play "Up the post number in the address!" until I get past the naughty word. It's fun in a funny way.
So if I miss something cursable, that's why.
The memory game went well! Yay for random exhausted ideas! Now I just need to get a bunch of administrative stuff done in the next... 20 minutes. Oops. Why am I here again?
ETA: Oh! Meant to say that I used to get the "what? I've been enrolled in this class all semester and forgot?" dream ALL THE TIME. Mostly because I skipped most lectures in college, and my schedule for problem sets was haphazard and never written down. I actually did forget to do problem sets for a class for the first 3 weeks once. That was... fun.
Contract~ma, CaBil.
I am in such a craptastic mood today. I didn't sleep much last night, and I woke up in a lot of pain. Mom had taken the day off today to help me get some stuff done around here. I know I am being a bitca to her, but I can't seem to snap out of the crappy mood.
{{{Aimee}}} I hope your day has improved.
{{{Suzi}}} Sorry about all the work stuff.
{{{Suzi}}} Sorry about all the work stuff.
I don't remember if I've said this yet/enough, so Ima steal it.
wanders off to look for brain,
gets waylaid by something shiny
ooh, pretty.
Thanks sj and Lee - and everyone else.
Just got off the phone with my supervisor. It was a rough conversation and nothing has really changed, but she knows I'm upset and she knows the crux of what has me bothered. Who knows what will come of it, it wasn't her decision, it came from above.
Whatever. Trying to move on.
So, ummmmm, dreams, eh? I had a wierd one last night but darned if I remember it. I just remember waking up with the thought "but I don't have that photograph". WTF?
eta - co-worker/friend who came over to give me a hug after that phone call = shiny.
{{Suzi}} Want some more smitings? May the higher ups who made this decision have all their fingernails pulled out and be covered with an itchy rash.
Suzi, bleah. You should not have to participate in any rough conversations with the workfolk who are actually on your side. Any rough conversations you have should involve higher-ups in need of smiting, and your gleeful tearing of new assholes therein.
I just got an email from a Faire friend (one of the folks who also does improv with Cat-Stack Guy), responding to mine in which I admitted huffing Matilda's head. I think I love her:
I have a theory on why babies smell so good on the top of their head. You see, the soft spot on their heads is where the marzipan gets injected just before they're born. It's the sweet smell of sugar and almonds you detect. Later on when the marzipan gets old it comes out of your ears, and that where ear wax comes from. I think you'll agree, it's a pretty sound theory.
So huff away, it's marzipan!
{{{Suzi}}}
Awww...JZ, that's so sweet!
So, it's 3:30 p.m. I've been up since 3:00 a.m. So, it's like I've been up almost all day. I can open up a bottle of wine and start drinking, right?
