Yeah, I wrote them it'll take me another month, but that month will have to happen in my second semester.

Shir, I hope they get a clue. It's amazing how often people think that if they keep asking, an answer they don't like will magically change into the answer they wanted.

In other news, I think this counts as a big whoopsie.

Oh, ugh, Shir. That is so frustrating. DEFINITELY make university your priority. I am speaking from continued experience here.

In other news, I think this counts as a big whoopsie.

Oh, goodness. That's hysterical!

Morning, Bitches! How goes it?

Morning, Bitches, with a side of gronk. Tweaked my back yesterday, so I took a little somethin' soothing to help me sleep. Hence, the gronk. Need coffee.

And whoopsie indeed.

I am up and wish I didn't have to be. I feel like I could use another day off from work.

Also, yesterday's baking was frustrated by the fact that I was out of brown sugar. I thought I had another bag in reserve, but this turned out not to be the case. Argh.

Oh, Anne! I hate it when that happens.

I'm thinking the dried fruit won't be hurt by another day soaking in booze. It's having to go to the grocery store again in such short order that has me gnashing my teeth.

I know. I really do hate that. I had to call around and find a grocery store open on Thanksgiving morning because I'd taken out the heavy whipping cream to make room in the fridge...then it never got put back in. So, I woke up to find it on the dishwasher. Fortunately, the grocery store in the square was open, and mom and dad just stopped and picked it up. But, it's so frustrating!

Yep, I know that one too. Had all my stuff out to make pies a couple days ago, then found that I had no corn starch. Now I have the corn starch, but the ambition is gone.

Woke from my slumber at 6am to the sounds of yelling outside my bedroom window. Weather is wonderful and all my windows are wide open. I look outside and the couple next door are standing in the open doorway screaming and I can see the arms swinging in clear hitting fashion. Silhouettes because of the pre-dawn hour. I yell out that I am calling the cops, which wakes the 3 men in my house and they all go running (with a bat) to assist the damsel in distress.

Cops come and she tells them they were just having an argument and she threw her hummus at him. Hummus is outside on the ground. Whatever. They can be pissed at the crabby neighbor, but you have a screaming physical fight outside my window at 6am and I call the cops. Grrr

This on top of the 3 people in my garage opening my kitchen door at 1am the other night. I love my house, but I am about ready to move.

Continued ~ma for Raq's aunt. Also, hope that the soothing sleep helped the back, Barb.

Mmmmmm. Coffee is so yum. I usually wait until I get to the office to indulge. But since I was up early....

Gronklies. Don't wanna be awake yet. Don't have to be awake yet, actually. Not sure why awake.