in which I whine some more

All right, that's quite enough of the water falling out of the sky, thank you very much anyway.

I'm depressed, because it's been cloudy if not actually raining for two weeks now, and my cold has hit a plateau and isn't getting any better, even though it isn't getting any worse. I'm tired of tea, and I'm tired of not cooking, but I also don't want to eat a week's worth of anything once I've cooked it, so I end up throwing out a lot of stuff I've cooked and then ignored and let sit in the fridge for two weeks.

I'm sick of shoestring budgets and getting nothing but bills in the mail. I'm sick of re-confirming that I confirmed that all these people will be at the SOP meeting. I'm truly sick of going over the agenda and having to change all the times by five or ten minutes, and having to re-reconfirm that all these people will show up then instead of when I had reconfirmed them for.

Basically, I'm sick of being an adult. Can't I just take two or three days and stop being responsible, and go puddle-stomping and take a nap when I want one and never mind the laundry and the dishes and the bills and all the rest of it?

now for something completely different...

Happy Birthday, siercia!

bloodied but unbowed

Gah. This was one of those days that just would not go easily, regardless of everything I had done to try to make it easier. I think it owes me damages, because I took all the damage it threw at me.

Today was SOP day, which is usually anticlimactic, because all the running around happens the week before, up to the day before. The day of, I can generally sit back and copy the votesheets and reviews and assemble those in packets and everything goes along swimmingly. I wish today had gotten that memo.

( The gory details )

About the only thing to be said for today was that I was at work late enough to walk home in the sunshine, which was nice. The bottle of wine I bought two weeks ago is nice too. I meant to cook something in it, but it's working pretty well for drinking, just now.