Only 191 hours now, and for those of you who are tired of hearing about this subject, well, c’mon. Allow me to be a little single-minded for a while. It’s not like it happens very often. I’m not quite sure how to react…
Right now, though, I feel like I’ve been kicked in the stomach. I think I overdid it today pulling cable and carrying around heavy fiber optic things, and now my heart, or my thyroid, or one of my medications, or what fucking ever, is not amused. I’m sure I’ll be fine tomorrow if I can just manage to sit and not do much tonight, but I’m pissed that it’s now threatening to keep me from hitting Sarah‘s MBA party in a couple of hours…
It’s been almost six months, and I’m ready for this shit to be over. Hopefully it will, sometime next month…
Anyone with a clue why a Christmas card from Fresno (180 miles away) and one from Reidsville NC (3000 miles away) both took six days to arrive at my house, based on the postmarks? Has the Postal Service gotten that unpredictable? Yeah, stupid question…
Guess I should mail mine soon, so they’ll arrive by Martin Luther King Day…