----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- too late to die young... It�s 10:43 p.m. and I have dishes to wash, a caffeine high to come down off of and nerves to de-frazzle. Remember my list? Well here�s the progress: Between now and Dec. 13 (
I was hoping I�d have more time to update today � I really wanted to bore you all with the details of our lovely Oregon trip. Maybe later. Until then (or in lieu of such) can I just say that GB�s stepmom � God bless her yappy soul � NEVER. SHUTS. UP. EVER! It�s a proven fact! And much of that yackity yack is of the nagging variety. I quickly discovered that two full days with the stepmother-in-law is oh, about one day and 22 hours too much. She is the human equivalent of a small yappy dog. (Conversely, his dad �quiet and softspoken � is wonderful). OK, deep breath. Deep. Deep. Breath. Tomorrow is my last workshop class (for reasons having to do with holidays and semester ends, said class is occurring on a Tuesday instead of a Friday). Then I have three days to write a draft of my 15-20 page term paper. Assuming everything goes as planned I should have the term paper back early next week for revision. I will then turn it in in its final, revised form. This is, of course, assuming everything goes according to plan. If everything DOES go according to plan, I will get to have a fairly relaxing weekend (aside from a few freelance projects I have due). Next week I�m having my annual physical. I�m only telling you this because I think I�ve managed to convince myself that I�m dying of cancer. Oh, and there are only 22 days and one hour until Christmas and 21 days and one hour left until my 33rd birthday. Damn that birthday. I didn�t see it coming. And then I got called �ma�am� by a 20-year-old hipster at a gas station in Clear Lake. Damn if that didn�t smart just a wee bit. Deep breath. Deep breath. Drat ... I just remembered I have to go wash those stupid dishes.... 11:00 pm - 12.02.02
sounds: D*parture Lo*nge ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- previously on ... - next time on ...
money can't buy happiness but it does buy small pieces of of serenity - 15.07.12 - 4:29 pm sh)t's about to get real, y'all - 31.05.12 - 9:46 am why the hell not? - 29.04.12 - 8:38 pm Hear that lonesome whistle blow... - 02.04.12 - 5:18 pm a faith in something I can't see - 30.03.12 - 3:33 pm |
||||||