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[themeletor]

Despite it all, the universe is balanced, and I really fucking hate that.
Or maybe I'm just moody.

I woke up today to a sore throat, took the floormates' nasty-four-bags-of-trash-and-vomit-that-have-been-sitting-there-since-Thursday to the basement because that's disgusting and if they're not going to deal with it appropriately then I will, went down to breakfast where I either ate too much or too little (I can't tell because I've taken to wearing my corset again), came back to the dorm to get my ass kicked by my period which always likes to make a dramatic entrance, spent what should have been my Econ 219 class curled up on the couch whining and pretending I could sleep, gave the hell up on that and took Aleve up on their offer of a second pill within the first 1-hour period, dicked around uselessly on PS7 trying to make an icon and failing miserably, had my cheer at wulingyi's goddessly encoding generosity thwarted by a Filezilla who decided to be uncharacteristically uncool, and then got outbid on my Harley costume base while I was at class. Damned sniping services.

I don't know if I have time to walk to Cooks' Corners and the bookstore/internet cafe before dinner... though I could always use my Polar Points and catch a bite at the pub if I get back late. At any rate, I do need a booklight (my cheap facsimile bit the dust last night) and... clothespins, string, hangers, and pens. So it might just be a good idea, and I doubt the 6-7 miles could do me ill. It's just a matter of getting up off my ass and doing what I've been talking about for roughly a week now, since the day Bowdoin started really thwarting the P2Ps (coincidentally also the day Bowdoin got its act together with the wireless network).

So that's my bitching for the day. Virtual hugs not in fact appreciated, but you can bitch too if you want, or offer thoughts/solutions -- I'm in "stubborn angry problem-solver and if you pity me I'll slap you" mode.

Comments

[wormmonabc.livejournal.com]

You had a bad day, too? I threw my arm out in gym class this morning. I felt like I popped my socket, but now it's devolved into a dull, if irritatingly persistant, throb.

Damn the universe to Hell and beyond. Which is basically to Hell and New Jersey.

[ima-pseudonym.livejournal.com]

Eh.. I fell asleep five or six times, this morning, at work.. After being stuck behind some jackass going 40 in a 55 mph zone.. which I only took because I was running late, already thatdirtysonofabitch! I just wanted to cut his throat with a spoon! Why a spoon? Because it would hurt more... -_-

Did you get the cards, yet? I sent them with the comic.

[shrieking-ell.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

My day sucks shite! I can't even go into the reasons why I very nearly quit grad school today, shouted at my advisor and ended up in tears while assembling moorings that need to be deployed tomorrow. It was bad enough that hubby skipped workout to visit me in my office with his pockets full of chocolate.

So yeah. Bad day. Utterly crappy day. And the fucking fuckers who treat students like me (who keep their fucking observing system running and have for three goddam years) like crap can kiss my pretty white ass, thankyouvery much.

[providence-crow.livejournal.com]

i'm going to quote the infinitely wise Stephen Lynch: "When the game of life makes you feel like quittin', kill a kitten".

[justwatchmetry.livejournal.com]

I have said it once before, and will say it many, many times more. What in the hell did women do to deserve periods?