I got a letter announcing the Census and how I should be getting the form in a couple weeks. While I question the necessity of sending out a "it's coming!" letter, can't wait to fill the thing out.
I could have written these words EXACTLY.
So I'm so congested today that during AP I had to take a time out to catch my breath. No good no good!
Also, I received in the mail yesterday the cutest, teeniest, tiniest violin. One of my students is fixing the bridge and restringing and tuning it.
OH man. I'm so excited. I can't wait for Noah to play with it.
If you guys ever make it out here, and he likes playing it, I'll have to make sure to have my violist neighbor play with him. I love walking home from the pool and hearing strains of her music down the street.
Oh, and there is a renter on the corner who is a cellist, always hear him giving lessons. Apparently, enough string professionals on this block to make a quartet (I don't know who the fourth is.)
Jesus, I make everything about my house or my hood. I swear. It might wane. But this is the biggest love affair I've ever had, so I can't promise. I'm insufferable.
Anybody watching
Parenthood
?
sara's hood likes carrots!
I just drank Theraflu. It STILL tastes like ass. Let's hope it works.
It's better with a shot of whisky.
Interesting chart of price per calorie of a bunch of different foods. [link] It's kind of a weird selection of foods, though -- lots of candy and junk food, and there are a bunch of fresh fruits and vegetables on the chart as just fruits and vegetables, but most of the meat is there as ingredients -- a cheeseburger and chili.
I can't taste anything. I can only notice that things are spicy. But because I can't actually breathe, nothing has any taste beyond the most bitter medicinal taste (or the most painful salsa hot taste).
A shot of whisky would have helped. But I think a flexeril will work as well.
Kat, breathing is good. I think you should do that.
I am cranky mccrankypants tonight. A friend called and he's trying to get together with me but will not give me firm plans. This is someone who I gave up trying to get together with over a year ago because he either cancelled at the last minute or wouldn't commit to anything in advance. He's also notorious for calling 10 minutes before he'd like to get together. And then gets surprised when I'm not available. And, it's not like he lives down the block. He lives an hour away. Planning is kind of necessary.
Tonight he sounded pissy that I wouldn't commit to just dropping by and seeing if he's available this week. Look, mister, we live an hour apart. Just dropping by is not a good use of my time. I told him I couldn't do that and he needed to give me a specific day and time and I'd see if I was free. He literally could not do it.
I don't know why this is bugging me so much. It's totally status quo.
Sorry for the rant. Carry on.
