Hello, children. I bring you love!
Am in a very odd mood. Work decided to call me in, so now I must run about and complete all the tasks I wanted to do this evening in the next hour and a half. Am currently making bread, which will hopefully turn out better than the last loaf (think slightly engorged dinner bun with the density of a bowling ball). Shall make soup to feed poor starving housemates who are too pathetic to make own food are tired of instant noodles for aforementioned reason. I think my darling Katie shall be at work tonight, which will make the evening go by much faster. During my five hour (though really, four and a half hour; curse you, slow clocks of Thorvaldson G-29) shift, I did very little but straighten cushions for the first three hours and sold a dresser, three chairs and a gazillion pillows the last hour and a bit. Apparently this is the norm. Must come up with interesting things to do during the boring bulk of a shift. Decorative balls + expensive vases = bowling, methinks. Ahaha, my manager loves me so.
Am growing slightly less enraged at my Commerce prof with every class. Slightly. After revealing her rigid Conservative nature in the first class (Cherith kept feeding me crackers to keep me from exploding), she has somewhat redeemed herself by saying that all Canadians should be ashamed for the disgraceful treatment of First Nations people and by dissing the textbook's uber-Conservative view on ethics and justice. It's still an utterly painful hour and twenty minutes two times a week, but maybe, just maybe, it will improve to be at a 'pointless but still tolerable' level by December. I ain't holding my breath.
It is very cold in here. The furnace is programmed to come on at four, I think. Shall cuddle with my overly fat cat and save my father a bit of monies. Or take a bath. Mm, bath. Wish I had time. Might have time if I get off the computer. But why would I ever want to do that?
GAH, the breadmaker just came on and scared the crap out of me! I HATE THAT THING. Except that it gives me delicious bready goodness. And there was immense rage.
Ta!
Am growing slightly less enraged at my Commerce prof with every class. Slightly. After revealing her rigid Conservative nature in the first class (Cherith kept feeding me crackers to keep me from exploding), she has somewhat redeemed herself by saying that all Canadians should be ashamed for the disgraceful treatment of First Nations people and by dissing the textbook's uber-Conservative view on ethics and justice. It's still an utterly painful hour and twenty minutes two times a week, but maybe, just maybe, it will improve to be at a 'pointless but still tolerable' level by December. I ain't holding my breath.
It is very cold in here. The furnace is programmed to come on at four, I think. Shall cuddle with my overly fat cat and save my father a bit of monies. Or take a bath. Mm, bath. Wish I had time. Might have time if I get off the computer. But why would I ever want to do that?
GAH, the breadmaker just came on and scared the crap out of me! I HATE THAT THING. Except that it gives me delicious bready goodness. And there was immense rage.
Ta!