You know, I really want to be able to have the right oppurtunity to say, in all seriousness, "Release the harpies." Because that would just be neat. Screw the hounds, if I had harpies, then everyone would fear,er, respect me.

Hello. Still alive, not dead. Classes okay, life good, if frantic. Cat still fluffy. Papers not yet written, so off I go

I haven't been online since Sunday night because my poor wittle laptop is in the hands of DHL. The same shipping conglamorate that hired R, a fomer coworker who was fired for a host of reasons, coming to work drunk/high/loaded being one of them. Having not fully grasped the zen practice of unattachment, I tend to worry. Yes, pity me ( Read more... )

Well, not so special after all. Nothing new, enjoying the novelty of not being at work, though I did break down today and go in to have lunch with the mother and have something bound. Have spent this week cleaning a little, and yesterday I finally unpacked the last 12 boxes of books that have been piled in the dining room. I still have 6 more boxes ( Read more... )

Well, another semseter gone. Didn't do too badly, though my Italian final was dude! so much harder than the other tests he's given us. Ah, well, as long as I get enough to squeak by into second semester ( Read more... )

Dear subconscious:

Yes, I'm aware juries aren't our favorite thing to do. Yes, I know I have an absolute ton of work to do for both Italian and CH. No, I'm not looking foward to that oral presentation either. I too am worried about that damned cello quartet piece on Monday night. Yes, I know that I should have started my holiday shopping ordeal ( Read more... )