Today is a real bitchfit. It’s sad, really. I was drafting out an entry about the joys of being a woman. Pinky swear. Today was supposed to be a good day, almost joyous. Then a raven decided to take a crap on it. I’m not talking a normal, routine poop. I’m talking a huge-explosive-after-a-Mexican-all-you-can-eat kinda poop.
- My practicals are supposed to end today. Six weeks ago, that’s what my curator said. It’s not turning out the way I expected. Apparently, doing what one is supposed to do pales in comparison to blatant lying and sloth.
- Today is my late uncle’s birthday, making today one of those days I wish I had a crappy memory.
- I tried going to church today (imagine how lousy I must be feeling) and it was closed. How about that?!!
- I attempted at pursuing my favourite distraction, but it eluded me. On the bright side, I have a new high score for Bubble Spinner.
- Moscow is hot and now, there’s haze. I want to fling myself off the 14th floor just so I can feel breeze on the way down.
It really could be worse, so I’m hoping the clock strikes midnight soon.
As always, I have an idea for a post in mind, but I’ll have to wait for a boring lecture to come up with the right words for it. That should be in about three weeks. For now, I’m just writing because everyone seems to be updating, and I don’t want to be left out.
Well, um…..uh….
Weather’s getting better. You have no idea how much I appreciate that. Now I get to walk, not skate on sidewalks. I’ve rekindled my love affair with the warmth of the sun on my face (Fear not. I ALWAYS use protection..heheh).
Lent will be over in approximately 8 days. On one hand, I’ve been good about not eating red meat and poultry. On the other, my thoughts and words are not coinciding with the spirit of the fast. In my opinion, that counts as a fail. Oh well, with God’s will I hope to live the rest of my days with greater awareness.
Oh yeah, I think the cold was literate. It got the hint and left the day after my previous post. I am pleased to announce that my skin is well moisturized, my rate of hair loss has resumed to normal (by my standards, at least) and I’m back to thinking that I’m the best damned shower songstress around.
That’s all, folks!
