You guys, I'm a mess. I walk into walls in the house I've lived in for 20-some years. I get worried walking down stairs, especially when I'm tired, and have to hold the hand rail. Not to mention all those spectacular kitchen disasters I've mentioned.

( Cut for the faint of heart. )

Well, turns out the marketing job will be very difficult to extend longer than the initial six months, but they're going to ask anyway. So the library would be virtually impossible to extend. Which means I have employment through June ( Read more... )

Well, my plans for summer have been settled. I'll be staying in Boulder and hopefully my school jobs can be extended through August.

In other words, I just heard from Aspen. Flat out rejection. At least I don't have to worry about how I'll pay for it.

My plants have died. I forgot to ask my roommate to water them while I was gone and they did not survive. It makes me rather sad, especially since my bay tree was doing so well after its summer outdoors. So I've cut them back (except the small rose bush that I just tossed) and I hope that they can come back.

I have a mysterious cough. Nothing chest-rattling or anything like that, but it definitely starts every time I take a deep breath. I'm confused. I would have thought that being in a house sans cat would make my life that much easier. Apparently I'm wrong ( Read more... )

So I keep thinking about getting sick. Not because I actually feel ill, but because it would be lovely to have to sit around all day and not do anything. Then I remember that being sick involves feeling like crap, so there would be a lot of sleeping, rather than lazing around ( Read more... )

We still haven't found someone to take the last six months of our lease. As the middle of July is fast approaching, I'm understandably nervous about it. (Thankfully, Emily has said that if we don't find someone to take the apartment, we will continue living here until January ( Read more... )

These days I'm posting to let people know I'm alive. I'm too tired to write witty things about what I'm doing, so there. It has to be witty, otherwise you'd be bored to tears! Do you really want to hear "Today I got my permanent crown put on"? Fun times ( Read more... )

Mstislav Rostropovich died yesterday. He was 80.

Cancer sucks.

Nothing else to say.