Anyhow, in chronological order:
- I'm still walking 2/3 across campus in ten minutes each MWF. It takes me longer and produces more throbbing ache of abuse in my calves each time.
- ECON102 is, in fact, quite a bit BS. Even more BS than when I tried to take it last semester.
- Not content to merely leave a spider web in the passenger seat of my car (a complete omen about my driving habits in itself), no, the the Insect Kingdom sent some invisible ninja minion to bite me on the inside of my elbow, causing quite a bit of sudden swelling and worrying me immensely on the drive home with thoughts like,
Well, if I make it to Northgate, there will at least be someone around to call 911 when I pass out on the horn, a quivering swollen mass of deadly insect venom.
- Found out two friends are leaving MUCKing, for various definitions of are and MUCKing.
- I was reminded I completely forgot yesterday's meeting with the professors I'm working for, which made me feel like throwing up (and was the primary conscious impetus for yesterday's single-post angst-travaganza).
Now came last night, when I went to bed early after that post to sleep blissful, troubleless sleep.
Then this morning:
- Paul turned up the a/c in the lab, which would've been nice if I weren't the only person in there all day, so I was pretty cold.
- I tried to sneak a peek at a CD I'm considering buying, but Audiogalaxy gave me mislabeled tracks instead.
- Found out two more friends are leaving MUCKing, for other definitions of are and MUCKing.
- Radio's publish script decided to barf without releasing its semaphore, and I couldn't do anything about it since I was at school.
- Some unscheduled engineering class came into (read: kicked me out of) the lab I was in all day.
- It started raining.
Now, this is point at which I decide, yeah, I've already done the next assignment for the class I'm waiting on, and I'm reams--like, just over a month--ahead in my other TTh class (though it doesn't actually meet, so that doesn't really matter), ergo screw this, I'm going home.
So, on the way home:
- I spy, thankfully in the lanes going the opposite direction, a wide swath of broken glass, over which some people are timidly driving.
- This old woman, smoking as she drives her huuuge red pickup, gives me that hateful, old-woman glare, in her enormous side view mirror.
At this point, the entire past two days are purely comical. I adopt a grin only describable as shit-eating, and continue to drive home.
I'm not sure who decided to turn the world's psychotometer to 11, but I wish they'd've asked first.
