Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
That sounds like a very fun day, Sean.
OK, I have achieved sitting upright, eating lunch, brushing my teeth, and taking vitamins and Tylenol. Next step, get dressed and go study? Or, at the very least, get dressed and go to the pharmacy to get painkiller prescription filled. At any rate, "get dressed" is the next step.
Shir, glad the library offered some sanctuary. Hope you feel better, and your friend isn't miffed. Coughing keeping you awake can be quite frustrating.
Give a skritch to Bartleby from me too. Poor fella. But talk about lucky wrt the root thing. Yikes.
Equally wondering about Empress. I'm guessing Joe has his hands full with dealing with Em.
There was more. Brain not fully working. Fingers working less. I'm at my work desk feeling midly zoombie-esque.
Get well soon, Bartleby! Poor pup.
Still ~ma-ing for Aims.
Finals are over! Yay! Go away students! (oops, did I say that out loud?)
Graduation at the nearby university took place last Sunday. Yesterday I went home from work by the quickest route--through campus--which I never do during semester. I saw parking spots along the way and everything. It was lovely.
I'm glad to live near the university, because it adds a lot of jobs and has a positive (to me) cultural impact on the area. But it is refreshing when the population pressure dips a bit between semesters.
Sure, I leave SoCal, and Jilli visits. Oh, BTW Jilli & ND & Pix, Darla called, felt REALLY bad. Stuck in traffic on the way back from San Diego. I'm guessing near the Marine base, due to poor cell service. She asked me to apologize a million times, and to let y'all know this is very unlike her (which is true, it was very unlike her).
In Extremely First World Problems News, I have had Epic Sushi Fail. First my spicy tuna roll was supposed to have been made with white rice and instead, I discovered brown (blech) and then the girl who rang it up, tossed it in the bag upside down, so I had a gigantic mess o'sushi when I got home.
Bah.
Good thing I also bought chocolate.
And ice cream.
Barb, I think all signs point toward you going back to bed and hiding under the covers today.
My stomach is conspiring against me seeing Star Trek tonight. Blech!
Barb, I think all signs point toward you going back to bed and hiding under the covers today.
Which is precisely where I currently am.
My stomach is conspiring against me seeing Star Trek tonight. Blech!
Nooooooooooo!!! Bad sj's stomach! Don't do that!
Sigh, well I had my appointment today. It was a good conversation and I think I just need to accept the fact that I went off the rails due to stress (school related and personal) and turned in a failing paper.
The chair was really nice about it though, which for some reason cheered me up quite a bit- she said that when they matched the paper numbers to the names, they were totally shocked and triple checked that the numbering system wasn't off, and also gave the papers several re-readings.
It just wasn't my best work, and in the scheme of things, it isn't the end of the world to take them again. The email thing she acknowledged as being unfortunate but even if he'd responded it is doubtful it would have affected the quality of my paper.
I feel a little like I'm giving up the fight, but a) I really want to move past this and get to a positive place and enjoy my summer and b) I don't want to get my diploma on a technicality.
Anyway, thanks to you all for your advice and hairpats this past week- I couldn't have gotten through this without them.
I am trying to see if an exception can be made for participating in comencement, but I am not holding my breath for that. And that's fine too.
{{{Nora}}} Don't make yourself sick about this. I wish you could rewrite and resubmit your papers sooner than the fall though so that you didn't have to have this hanging over your head.
Barb, your a woman after my own heart.