Anya ,'Bring On The Night'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
And the apartment complex just called to say I'm approved! I feel all validated as fuck! They like me! They like my finances! And I did it all on my fucking own. (cue the triumph, sense of accomplishment, and deep anger at the universe that I had to do it.)
Now to organize the actual shifting of shit from one place to another.
All the gold stars to you Connie!!!
Okay, my all-day (8-5:30), giving an hour long lecture at 2pm, job interview is tomorrow. I have an about to erupt pimple on my chin, I got my period, I have a spot of poison ivy coming up on my wrist, and I have a large green buise on my right shin. On the other hand, my dress has pockets, I'll be wearing Clinique black honey lipstick, and my shoes are bitchin'. I have dark chocolate with sea salt squares and a protein bar and reading glasses in my purse.
I alternate between being mostly okay with my lecture and thinking it is absolute shit.
I do not have walking pneumonia, I will not be wearing a kevlar vest under a pantsuit, and I will not have to stand for an emotional memorial ceremony outdoors in the sun. I will have to deal with the fact that I was once a PhD student in the department, and my advisor is currently the chair, and last week he emailed me, "I still don't understand why you left."
Did I mention I've been up since 3am? And I'll be getting up at 5:30 tomorrow to get kids on schoolbuses before my interview.
Okay.
I'm very sorry for your loss, Erika.
Very happy to hear you got good news, Tep!
Very sorry for your loss, Erika.
You will kick ass, flea!
Got back from the grocery store, got dinner going... parmesan chicken over fettuccine alfredo, started laundry, and now back to doing some work before it's time to get the noodles going. Unfortunately, I have to leave the moment dinner gets done, so I won't be able to eat it until later in the evening.
And... crap. There's something else I need to do which means work will have to wait until late, late.
Gud, I wish I could lighten your load.
So sorry for your loss, erika.
And for your burdens, Gud.
flea, you will rock mightily.
I'm feeling kind of crappy but I have the first chorus rehearsal tonight so I will soldier on. After all, like flea I don't have pneumonia.