What a very long and profitless day this has been. Me and my fleas are all burnt to a crisp. I also calculated my profit from set-up to tear down I made 37 cents per hour. :dubious::smack::rolleyes: I think it was just too chilly even though the sun was shining. Oh well.
Hugs for VBob and VWife. I’m trying to make his weekend put my upcoming week into perspective. Trying…
Oh, and I just cooked 7 pounds of bacon for breakfast in the morning and the smell is fairly overpowering and leaves me with no desire to eat bacon whatsoever.
I was :eek: ing at **VB’s ** post about his weekend. It can also stand for **Pug’s ** pneumonia. (I’ve had pnuemonia–REST. And I mean REST. EVERY DAY.)
It took me almost 6 weeks to get well. I would do one thing and then want to lie down. Sometimes I had to lie down. So, hear me: REST.
Why in hell is Pie selling fleas? That makes no sense…
Jeebus Bobbio! What a weekend. Hope VWife heals up quickly.
I managed to survive Monday and came home and worked out really hard. I could have, and wanted to go longer, but I got home a little later than usual. So, I only worked out for about 45 minutes because I had to cook dinner for the family too.
I can’t eat before I work out. It makes me feel sick to my stomach. After I work out, I don’t have any appetite at all. But, I did manage to eat a little wild rice and part of a boneless skinless chicken breast. It’s probably a good thing too, because all I ate today was a small salad. No snacks, nothing else, just the salad.
I think I’m going to go chill for a bit. I’m completely wound up and I don’t know why. I honestly thought about working out some more to burn off whatever is making me edgy, but now that I have food in my stomach, I know that’s not a good idea.
I’ve been feeling edgy for quite some time. It’s like I have pent up energy or something and nothing seems to burn it off. It’s driving me crazy.
Curasanas sent for Pugs and VWife… I’d make the kidlets say them (kidlet spells are more effective when said by a kidlet, of course), but I’m afraid they’re not handy.
I’m once again ensconced in Cubeville, where maybe I can get some needed rest.
Oh, the excitement coming today. I have to get 4-way rubber on The Foomobile before I go home. One of the tires is bald and has steel showing. :eek::eek::eek:
Anyone want 5 Boxers and a three-pack of cats? Take them as a package, and I’ll add one slightly used wife as a bonus.
I am at irk, and somewhat irked. I came in this morning to find that some kind soul has nominated me to do a load of exam paper splitting, starting at 10am today. That’s good, I get in just before 9am so it’s fortunate that I chanced to read that particular email before I got stuck into other things.
Paper splitting involves spending a couple of hours at a time in the medical school, helping people split up exam papers into separate questions so that they can be marked. Different questions are marked by different people, so it’s important that the job is done quickly and properly.
I don’t so much mind the fact I’ve been nominated to help with it, but 2hr sessions twice a day every day for the rest of this week? Even the short notice isn’t too much of an irritation, it’s the assumption that I obviously have nothing better to do with my time than be on hand to help everyone else out and the complete lack of anyone so much as asking me if I have anything important/urgen on my desk.
Strangely enough, when I’m the one who needs help splitting exam scripts in December, there’s suddenly nobody around in my “team” who has a couple of hours to spare…
With a lot of hard work and determination I have managed to get myself back to where I was yesterday at noon, before I realized I had f*cked something up.
I’m pretty sure I’m going to fail Flash. Goddammit. I don’t know what that means for graduation - I think it’s too late for them not to let me graduate, but I don’t know if I can make it up during the summer or what.
Good morning all. At work, caffeinating, and getting ready to dig into my myriad of projects.
I am, and have been feeling, strangely restless and edgy. I wish it would go away. I keep trying to burn off the energy by working out harder, but it’s not helping.
My son sent me a text yesterday after school that simply said, “F*ck my life”. My son never uses that word around me, ever. Don’t get me wrong, I know he swears, he’s 17 and a guy, but I was just well, shocked.
Turns out he was very pissed at himself. He had to take the AP Physics Exam yesterday and feels he really screwed the pooch on it. He’s afraid he’s not going to get at least a “4” on it and is really angry about it. I’m hoping he did better than he thinks he did.
Hugs out to Pug and Bobio and all else needing them.
And Tupug? Some words of advice passed on to me by my Grandpap that work for excessive drinking as well as excessive coughing - ff you hack out something round, hard and slightly hairy that could be your asshole. Consider keeping that; it may come in handy in the future.
Don’t think of it like that. Think of it as advanced, extreme abdominal muscle exercise. You’re working on a six pack, girl!
Tis cold and rainy here today. How can this be? I am off today.
