here i go again.
so seriously klutzy me had my first serious customer injury today. i keep expecting to get fired at any second.
other than that, today's been slow. i don't mind so much; it gave me time to finish the nightengale floor (only a few months late) and wish that i'd brought more than one book. i've been devouring them at a smug rate lately, leaving me moaning to my man that "i have nothing to read!" patently untrue, of course, but i figure it's like a fashion queen prepping for a night downtown wailing that she has nothing to wear.
tim and his aide de camp have accomplished enough unpacking to make me squirm in childish chagrin. they even set up a bit of my bedroom, while la blue boy tinkered with my computer last night. this leaves me, silly wee me, the only one who's done nothing in the Moving Into The New House revolution. so far i've unpacked my white wardrobe and half-heartedly set out my bedroom necessities. truth to tell, i'm sick of wearing white. my mum and sister aren't - wearing white, that is - which just goes to show you how americanised my once chinese-with-a-vengeance mother has become. it's probably better that way. westward ho, right?
speaking of chinese, i'm terrible at it. school is going well, for the most part. i can plod along with admirable regularity (if zero brilliance) in maths, but chinese is proving a tedious challenge. still, i tell myself that i will persevere.
maybe next month i'll be able to tell myself that in mandarin.
other than that, today's been slow. i don't mind so much; it gave me time to finish the nightengale floor (only a few months late) and wish that i'd brought more than one book. i've been devouring them at a smug rate lately, leaving me moaning to my man that "i have nothing to read!" patently untrue, of course, but i figure it's like a fashion queen prepping for a night downtown wailing that she has nothing to wear.
tim and his aide de camp have accomplished enough unpacking to make me squirm in childish chagrin. they even set up a bit of my bedroom, while la blue boy tinkered with my computer last night. this leaves me, silly wee me, the only one who's done nothing in the Moving Into The New House revolution. so far i've unpacked my white wardrobe and half-heartedly set out my bedroom necessities. truth to tell, i'm sick of wearing white. my mum and sister aren't - wearing white, that is - which just goes to show you how americanised my once chinese-with-a-vengeance mother has become. it's probably better that way. westward ho, right?
speaking of chinese, i'm terrible at it. school is going well, for the most part. i can plod along with admirable regularity (if zero brilliance) in maths, but chinese is proving a tedious challenge. still, i tell myself that i will persevere.
maybe next month i'll be able to tell myself that in mandarin.