Happy/angry
All I really needed was the first five minutes of Doctor Who 5.06 (The Vampires of Venice) to make me irrationally happy. But the bottle of prosecco, that also didn't hurt.
"Rory! That's a relief. Thought I burst out of the wrong cake...again. That reminds me, there's a girl standing outside in a bikini -- could someone let her in and give her a jumper? Lucy, lovely girl...diabetic..."
THE WAY HE SAYS "JUMPER." I need nothing more in life. Just possibly another bottle of prosecco.
And YE GODS, the preview for next week...*flails* I just DON'T EVEN, SO I RESORT TO CAPSLOCK. My love is so much bigger than lowercase can express (understand, it cannot be contained, but I've stopped capslocking out of respect for your eyes).
Making me furious, on the other hand, is my (probably) wasted grad school half-session. I actually walked out of the second class meeting on Thursday night, never to return. To *this* class, I mean. I'm not dropping out of the program. Oh, not fucking likely -- I've worked far too hard to get this far. No, I'm furious that the instructor is unprepared and incompetent and now I have to withdraw from the stupid class and can't pick anything else up for this session, which tacks on two months to when I thought I'd finish and I realize that two months isn't forever, but it KIND OF IS when you're barely hanging on.
Net effect: calm, or something like it. KBO.
Shit, wait, I forgot the most interesting thing about my day! Such interesting things being few and also far between! I take the pup out for her evening walk and as we cross the street to get to the sidewalk, we pass a woman walking in the opposite direction. She's dressed normally, but she glances at us and I'm like, "hello there, crazy eyes!" But it was just a glance, so maybe I'm imagining things. Since my street loops back on itself and we're walking in opposite directions, I expect to see her again as we round the block. And yes, we do. As we approach, she moves off the sidewalk into the middle of the road (there's room on the sidewalk for two people, but still, not odd yet). Then as we pass each other, she raises both arms above her head and BARKS AT US, TWICE. Or it was some gutteral RAHRF sort of sound that I must liken to a bark. Really now, a bit rude and WHAT THE SHIT. I can only imagine the look on my face. We kept walking, though, as you do.
"Rory! That's a relief. Thought I burst out of the wrong cake...again. That reminds me, there's a girl standing outside in a bikini -- could someone let her in and give her a jumper? Lucy, lovely girl...diabetic..."
THE WAY HE SAYS "JUMPER." I need nothing more in life. Just possibly another bottle of prosecco.
And YE GODS, the preview for next week...*flails* I just DON'T EVEN, SO I RESORT TO CAPSLOCK. My love is so much bigger than lowercase can express (understand, it cannot be contained, but I've stopped capslocking out of respect for your eyes).
Making me furious, on the other hand, is my (probably) wasted grad school half-session. I actually walked out of the second class meeting on Thursday night, never to return. To *this* class, I mean. I'm not dropping out of the program. Oh, not fucking likely -- I've worked far too hard to get this far. No, I'm furious that the instructor is unprepared and incompetent and now I have to withdraw from the stupid class and can't pick anything else up for this session, which tacks on two months to when I thought I'd finish and I realize that two months isn't forever, but it KIND OF IS when you're barely hanging on.
Net effect: calm, or something like it. KBO.
Shit, wait, I forgot the most interesting thing about my day! Such interesting things being few and also far between! I take the pup out for her evening walk and as we cross the street to get to the sidewalk, we pass a woman walking in the opposite direction. She's dressed normally, but she glances at us and I'm like, "hello there, crazy eyes!" But it was just a glance, so maybe I'm imagining things. Since my street loops back on itself and we're walking in opposite directions, I expect to see her again as we round the block. And yes, we do. As we approach, she moves off the sidewalk into the middle of the road (there's room on the sidewalk for two people, but still, not odd yet). Then as we pass each other, she raises both arms above her head and BARKS AT US, TWICE. Or it was some gutteral RAHRF sort of sound that I must liken to a bark. Really now, a bit rude and WHAT THE SHIT. I can only imagine the look on my face. We kept walking, though, as you do.