oh my F*ing god
ok. first on the agenda. last night the freakiest thing EVER happened to me.
i passed a fucking kidney stone.
i was pretty convinced that i was going to die. but that explains the overwhelming need for cranberry juice in my life as of late. sorry to gross you out. but yeah. weirdest thing ever.
then i went to sleep and kept waking up cuz punktard kept jumping off the bed and whining and bitching and moaning to get back on but then whenever i'd try to pull her up onto the bed she'd just back up. and for some reason stephen sleeps on that side of the bed whenever he's over so i had to reach over him to get her. and then he woke up screaming and hit me in the back (accidentally) cuz there was a fucking BEETLE crawling on him. gross!
i swear. bah.
you know what sucks? the fact that i revised my 10-pager after workshopping with my class and before my teacher sent me her comments... and then she reads both drafts and tells me the first one is way better. but i still have another draft due tuesday and no clue as to how i'm going to revise it.
you know what REALLY sucks? the fact that stephen and i won't catch any downtime until june when he gets back from italy. i'm trying really hard to be supportive cuz i know he's stressed and busy as hell. but-
a) i get lonely/pissed
b) i get jealous that i don't have a life to keep me busy as hell
yestereday i basically had an existential crisis which is why i didn't go to jessica's performance. i was totally planning on going. i was standing there by my car in the ecv parking lot trying to make myself look like i wasn't crying, but it wasn't happening. and i knew that the moment the choir started singing in the fourth movement i would lose it again.
the way i see it, homeless people deserve my money if they work for it. it's not panhandling if he washes my car.
i passed a fucking kidney stone.
i was pretty convinced that i was going to die. but that explains the overwhelming need for cranberry juice in my life as of late. sorry to gross you out. but yeah. weirdest thing ever.
then i went to sleep and kept waking up cuz punktard kept jumping off the bed and whining and bitching and moaning to get back on but then whenever i'd try to pull her up onto the bed she'd just back up. and for some reason stephen sleeps on that side of the bed whenever he's over so i had to reach over him to get her. and then he woke up screaming and hit me in the back (accidentally) cuz there was a fucking BEETLE crawling on him. gross!
i swear. bah.
you know what sucks? the fact that i revised my 10-pager after workshopping with my class and before my teacher sent me her comments... and then she reads both drafts and tells me the first one is way better. but i still have another draft due tuesday and no clue as to how i'm going to revise it.
you know what REALLY sucks? the fact that stephen and i won't catch any downtime until june when he gets back from italy. i'm trying really hard to be supportive cuz i know he's stressed and busy as hell. but-
a) i get lonely/pissed
b) i get jealous that i don't have a life to keep me busy as hell
yestereday i basically had an existential crisis which is why i didn't go to jessica's performance. i was totally planning on going. i was standing there by my car in the ecv parking lot trying to make myself look like i wasn't crying, but it wasn't happening. and i knew that the moment the choir started singing in the fourth movement i would lose it again.
the way i see it, homeless people deserve my money if they work for it. it's not panhandling if he washes my car.