Pain
So Grandma is still alive. Not dead yet but slowly being poisoned to death by her own bodily toxins and the failure of her kidneys. This just sucks. And yesterday, knowing that I would not be in class b/c of Samhain, my nonfic teacher called and left a message asking me to bring a manuscript for workshopping. I got the message but I'm in no mood for her whims. I'll just say I didn't get it til later and email a MS to the class. Fuck the world, man.
And of course my gazing ball is not here yet. I won it over ebay on Auguest 4, they shipped it tot eh wrong address, the PO Box fiasco happened, it was shipped back, and now they say they shipped it again but its not here.
And I finished my thesis proposal, emailed it to my two profs, and Dr. Daniell emailed me back saying she needed a draft and informing me in a rather haughty way that Dr. Odom is on maternity leave .. as though I didn't know that, as though I didn't ask her and she said I could email her stuff.
Ok, I think I'm getting emo.
And of course my gazing ball is not here yet. I won it over ebay on Auguest 4, they shipped it tot eh wrong address, the PO Box fiasco happened, it was shipped back, and now they say they shipped it again but its not here.
And I finished my thesis proposal, emailed it to my two profs, and Dr. Daniell emailed me back saying she needed a draft and informing me in a rather haughty way that Dr. Odom is on maternity leave .. as though I didn't know that, as though I didn't ask her and she said I could email her stuff.
Ok, I think I'm getting emo.