odd, strange, bizarre and random

OK, for future reference, the Thai iced tea at Diesel is high-octane and I shouldn't drink it at dinnertime.

I'm still bouncing off the walls this morning, but I think that's partly because of the weather. The caffeine should have worn off by now, and I can't make myself stop being frantic. That usually means there's going to be a thunderstorm. At least I hope that's what it is, because I'm finding myself difficult to live with, and I hate that.

Between the weather and the stomach weirdness, my appetite has almost disappeared.

Somebody who reads Rattle sent me a fairly long poem, apparently just for the sake of sending me a poem. I thought it was spam at first, but I opened it to see what it was, and it wasn't spam.

If today gets any odder, I'm going to go hide somewhere and not come out until things go back to the normal level of insane.

what the hell is the point anyway?

Well, I was right. No pets allowed in my apartment. Sigh.

We didn't win one of the team awards, either. (I don't think we're visible enough; nobody knows about Faculty Affairs unless they're trying to promote somebody.)

And still no thunderstorms, and I'm still frantic, and I still want it to stop.

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I ran out of cope at work today. I hate doing that, but the afternoon sucked. This meeting for which I have proposed 21 different dates since March is now looking at happening in August because I need four of the five people to be present and at best I can get two on any given date, and I've been told in no uncertain terms that I can't have pets, and I can't afford to move, and we didn't win a team award, and we never got the thunderstorms on this side of the river. I went off to the mostly-empty cafeteria and quietly ran out of cope in there for half an hour, and came back and sent out materials for a meeting on Friday, and eventually felt mostly better.

The whole thing about not being allowed to have pets annoys me a bit, because my landlord's boyfriend's dog practically lives here, and they burn incense I don't like the smell of in the front hallway right outside my front door, and smoke in the garden outside my back door. But I don't own the place, so I can't declare no incense and no smoking.

Some day I will learn not to cry while wearing contact lenses. They never want to come out gracefully afterward.