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Oct. 26th, 2017 09:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesI still have this cold, and it's at a stage where I'm not blowing my nose very much, but my sinuses still ain't right and I'm tired most of the time. It would probably help if I were getting more sleep, by which I mostly mean going to bed when I get tired at night. Wasn't gonna happen yesterday, though. I didn't sing at rehearsal, but then I had to go to a committee meeting and got home at 10:30ish. And then I stayed up way the hell too late because I had invested in the new Smitten Kitchen cookbook before rehearsal, and wanted to finish looking through it. It's a very happy book.
I'm going to murder the Drama Llama. If he comes over here one more time complaining about how he doesn't feel good because he was out until 2:00 celebrating his birthday (but he didn't mean to!), or complaining about how the copier is a useless machine because it jammed, or complaining about the faculty member going to a conference next week and messing with his sacred Practice of Dentistry course schedule, I'm going to shove him back into his side of the office and lock the door between us. Besides which, he's the reason I'm getting a P-card I don't want.
I really should rent myself out to a drought-stricken area. Every time I either want to or need to go outdoors, it's raining again. Come to think of it, I'm already in a moderately drought-stricken area, if you believe the US Drought Monitor map. I hope it will look different next week, because I would hate to be rained on for about three days and have it not make a dent. I've taken to telling the Hairy Beasts to guard the house and keep all their little feet dry, when I leave in the morning. I'd like to stay home and keep my little feet dry too. But we like to eat, so somebody's got to go make some money.
I'm going to murder the Drama Llama. If he comes over here one more time complaining about how he doesn't feel good because he was out until 2:00 celebrating his birthday (but he didn't mean to!), or complaining about how the copier is a useless machine because it jammed, or complaining about the faculty member going to a conference next week and messing with his sacred Practice of Dentistry course schedule, I'm going to shove him back into his side of the office and lock the door between us. Besides which, he's the reason I'm getting a P-card I don't want.
I really should rent myself out to a drought-stricken area. Every time I either want to or need to go outdoors, it's raining again. Come to think of it, I'm already in a moderately drought-stricken area, if you believe the US Drought Monitor map. I hope it will look different next week, because I would hate to be rained on for about three days and have it not make a dent. I've taken to telling the Hairy Beasts to guard the house and keep all their little feet dry, when I leave in the morning. I'd like to stay home and keep my little feet dry too. But we like to eat, so somebody's got to go make some money.
