So Many Headache D:
I have one badass motherfucker of a headache, and the cat having just made an unpleasantly aromatic "incident" in the litter box doesn't really help it feel any better. Also I almost typed the title of this post in all caps, because I believe that Engrish should usually be capitalised.
I'm so excited about the RPD Intensive that I'm not showing any outward signs of excitement. By way of explanation: my brain, which I often refer to as if it's a force seperate from myself, deals with things this way. If it thinks that I might get overloaded with anxiety, nervousness, or excitement over something, it discreetly unplugs the cords that attach my normal emotions to my heightened emotions, and only reconnects the two the day before the event I'm supposed to be excited about. Now that we've gotten that complicated and rather stupid explanation out of the way, I can say in plain language that I am excited, but that the excitement is buried under layers of day-to-day ennui. I'm tickled pink that I'm going to be meeting House folks, though. I'm very fond of a lot of the people who are planning on coming, and I'm glad I'm going to be getting better accquainted with some people that I haven't interacted with much yet.
Excuse me if I'm annoying today. First off, I am am mad at moon81goddess for making it snow. If she hadn't alerted me to the forecast here in Champaign, then it wouldn't be snowing right now. ;) Also, I've been looking for apartments online all day, an activity that makes my nipples do the opposite of "explode with delight". It's pretty much a pipe dream to want an apartment in town that is less than $500 per month and doesn't smell like a mixture of ancient cat wee, three-day-old Indian food, and mildewy dryer sheets. Apparently you can have reasonable prices, or you can have the absense of funky-smelling communal areas. But you can't have both.
I'm so excited about the RPD Intensive that I'm not showing any outward signs of excitement. By way of explanation: my brain, which I often refer to as if it's a force seperate from myself, deals with things this way. If it thinks that I might get overloaded with anxiety, nervousness, or excitement over something, it discreetly unplugs the cords that attach my normal emotions to my heightened emotions, and only reconnects the two the day before the event I'm supposed to be excited about. Now that we've gotten that complicated and rather stupid explanation out of the way, I can say in plain language that I am excited, but that the excitement is buried under layers of day-to-day ennui. I'm tickled pink that I'm going to be meeting House folks, though. I'm very fond of a lot of the people who are planning on coming, and I'm glad I'm going to be getting better accquainted with some people that I haven't interacted with much yet.
Excuse me if I'm annoying today. First off, I am am mad at moon81goddess for making it snow. If she hadn't alerted me to the forecast here in Champaign, then it wouldn't be snowing right now. ;) Also, I've been looking for apartments online all day, an activity that makes my nipples do the opposite of "explode with delight". It's pretty much a pipe dream to want an apartment in town that is less than $500 per month and doesn't smell like a mixture of ancient cat wee, three-day-old Indian food, and mildewy dryer sheets. Apparently you can have reasonable prices, or you can have the absense of funky-smelling communal areas. But you can't have both.