a curse that we here now rehearse in philadelphia
dear asshole on my street:
don't, oh do NOT, honk ONE MORE SINGLE TIME at 7 minutes to 11pm. I don't care if you're waiting for Santa Claus to emerge -- the second set of honks, fine, but FIVE is excessive.
oh, make that six. Good God.
dear self:
don't slip on ice any more. four or five times in as many days is quite enough, thank you. it hurts and it's not really that cool.
relatedly, dear bum:
thanks for catching me every time, champ. you're cool.
relatedly, dear New England:
honestly. Snow or get off the pot -- stop freezing, melting, refreezing, remelting, creating layer upon layer of black ice. It's not appreciated. However, I won't complain about the extra warmth during the day.
Got my work schedule today: 8 hours a week spread over three midmornings (for the lunch "rush"). Mon and Thur come see me 10:30-1:30, or Tuesday from 11-1.
dear guy knocking on my door:
no, I don't have a guest parked in the not-a-parking-spot that's BLOCKING THE DRIVEWAY, but I hope hard that you find the bastard.
tomorrow: track is closed, so we go hill running. outside. on the ice. ewwwwww. then I work, and then a stats study session for the midterm Friday.
might go to CT with Z friday night and come home Saturday noon, if we feel like it's not too much of a hassle. the cousin is in town from CA, so it might be worth it.
don't, oh do NOT, honk ONE MORE SINGLE TIME at 7 minutes to 11pm. I don't care if you're waiting for Santa Claus to emerge -- the second set of honks, fine, but FIVE is excessive.
oh, make that six. Good God.
dear self:
don't slip on ice any more. four or five times in as many days is quite enough, thank you. it hurts and it's not really that cool.
relatedly, dear bum:
thanks for catching me every time, champ. you're cool.
relatedly, dear New England:
honestly. Snow or get off the pot -- stop freezing, melting, refreezing, remelting, creating layer upon layer of black ice. It's not appreciated. However, I won't complain about the extra warmth during the day.
Got my work schedule today: 8 hours a week spread over three midmornings (for the lunch "rush"). Mon and Thur come see me 10:30-1:30, or Tuesday from 11-1.
dear guy knocking on my door:
no, I don't have a guest parked in the not-a-parking-spot that's BLOCKING THE DRIVEWAY, but I hope hard that you find the bastard.
tomorrow: track is closed, so we go hill running. outside. on the ice. ewwwwww. then I work, and then a stats study session for the midterm Friday.
might go to CT with Z friday night and come home Saturday noon, if we feel like it's not too much of a hassle. the cousin is in town from CA, so it might be worth it.