Thursday I have the icna meet the candidates shindig till 8:30. But I should be more or less free on the weekend. I am unsure if venting will be useful, I'm just very angry at myself and I can't figure it out. Escaping works dandy, though (waves at beautiful Bayistas). But! Hanging with you is always a good and fine thing on many levels. I'm angry at myself, my choices, my stupid condo, my job, Tom, New Orleans, Republicans ... and even more angry at myself for getting angry with all that because it's stupid and pointless and selfish and small.
Kate, correct, I haven't seen anyone since moving down here. I think running away to live at the Toronado is the bestest and healthiest solution to my woes of being a fucking disappointment to myself, my family, my friends, my husband, and my job. IDEK.
Also, I'm sick and have no more sick time.
Ugh, thanks for letting me vent!
I'm so gray right now it's sad. Hugs to those who need them. Just got home from my second back to school night (13 hours at school = too many hours) after spending last night at the emergency vet with a sick kitty. Seamus was having serious vomiting issues but today seems perky and fine, so that's good at least. Anyway, I'm not able to keep up anywhere right now, but I try to pop my head in when I can. Even when I don't find time to type it, please know I check Beep Me and skim for news and am thinking about you when you are having a rough time.
In totally unrelated news:
Gravity was trying to hide my sticky-notes on the floor, behind the computer at work.
Gravity's a bitch.
Better watch what you say, Shir, Gravity will take you down.
Why won't the water for my coffee boil? Doesn't it know that it's all that stands between me and total destruction of the universe? (Apparently it's The Cranky: Day Two)
And I have so much shit to do it's insane, but instead I think I might do tomorrow's workout today, since there's basically no chance of me getting it in tomorrow. We somehow scheduled three concerts in 8 days, which is not only insane, but counterproductive. Presales are low, so we're stressing it.
I have prep for that to do, plus we're hosting one of the bands which just occurred to me today. And I have a shit ton of work work to do, but none of it is getting done because of the shows, which aren't even going to pay, in all likelihood.
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Okay, the water's boiled. The universe may continue to exist. I guess.
A few of my students were just screaming at me in an argument over one point on an exam. That was not fun.
For now.
This is all I can promise.
Sheesh, Hil, do they not know that's not how to win friends and influence people? Especially people with the power over their grade?
