I...honestly have no idea where it is.

sighs

This has been SUCH a week for fuckuppery, that it is only natural that this would happen. Still, at least I now have a bank card again. (The whole ATM-eating-my-bank-card-while-the-delivery-guy-with-my-plane-ticket-was-waiting-to-be-given-cash-and-I-still-had-a-mountain-of-reports-to-write side of Tuesday afternooon SUCKED. And that wasn't even the funniest part of my Tuesday.)

Good results ~ma for Burrell.

Aimee's neck = still pretty, like the rest of her.

And lessening-pain vibes to sj.

Thanks, Bev. I'm feeling better after seeing my chiropractor today, and I'm hoping I can actually sleep tonight.

Beverly, you continuously charm my soul.

Fay, I really hope you find that. Under your sofa cushion or beneath a piece of clothing safely in your apartment.

Man, my day has been exhausting. Not in a bad way, but normalcy has just whipped my butt.

Fay, I hope you find the notebook.

I found my mouth guard I was looking for all over. It was under the tube of toothpaste. I didn't notice it when I moved things around to clean, only when I was picking something off the floor and looked up and saw it.

And I'm asking for some travel~ma for SLNRLBF for tomorrow. I'm sure that everything will be fine but he's a little worried that something will happen and he'll miss his connection in Atlanta. Or there will be a big delay before the plane takes off.

Finding notebook~ma for Fay.

And travel~ma for SLNRLBF.

So. Today, I spent a total of about six hours doing actual work, and maybe half an hour or 45 minutes (spread out over several breaks) playing around on the internet. My advisor came to my office twice. And yes, both times, he walked in while I was playing around on the internet.

Hope you find your notebook, Fay.

I can't find my watch. I wore in Monday, didn't wear it Tuesday, and then couldn't find it this morning. No idea where it could be. Being watchless is disconcerting.

Sending out the find stuff ma~~~~`

and the good news, not cancer ma~~~`

and the less pain ma~~~~~

and the magical grading ma~~~~

and a little happy ending ma~~~~

Now you just have to make up awesome stories about how you got it.

My students ask me occassionally where I got my scar. I tell them they have to ask Mr. W (a friend and science teacher). He likes making up stories for those types of things. This is the story he made up for me: I was touring in an all-female production of Cats playing Old Deuteronomy. While in Bangkok, there was a terrible accident wherein some other cats pushed me (accidentally, of course) and I fell into the orchestra pit. My neck got sliced open as I landed on a cymbal.

Whenever he tells them this story, they always come running back to me asking if it's true. I usually respond, "Why would Mr. W lie about something like that?"

There are now about 200 middle schoolers who think that story is absolutely true.

Travel~ma for SLNRLBF, and OMG, finding-that-notebook-pronto!~ma to Fay.

Any chance you'll deny any contact to it if it'll be found in school by the muggles?

So. Today, I spent a total of about six hours doing actual work, and maybe half an hour or 45 minutes (spread out over several breaks) playing around on the internet. My advisor came to my office twice. And yes, both times, he walked in while I was playing around on the internet.

That reminds me of the days when I started to watch Buffy seriously, and I tried to convince my parents it's a good show, and every. freaking. time. they entered the living room while I was watching, what-do-you-know, it wasn't a Shakespeare reference, it was a fight/sex scene.

ION - what did I do wrong that Norway's song from the Eurovision is stuck in my head?

omnis, if you want to, I'll have more time to Skype today.