Bad Word, Bad Word, Bad Word.

My thanks to whoever does this. (Think it's my sister. And if I've gotten that wrong am sorry.) Griping is forthcoming. You're forewarned.

Or in the words of Lytton Strachey from Carrington "Damn, Blast and Fuck this Wednesday." The original thing he ended that with was the upper classes, I believe.

It's just been an odd day. I was woken by the maintenance person who was going to paint over the water stains on my bedroom ceiling. The roofers came and fixed the leak on Saturday so it doesn't look like the ceiling is going to come down on my apt. The drop ceiling did in fact fall down in parts in my first apt. It was on the day I was leaving and I'd done enough time on Oak Dr. Signs and portents, woah. But yes, the guy painted in my bedroom and I went to the futon to crash for awhile. Then I couldn't find my glasses when I did wake up.

And have been kicking around my apt. which is not always a good sign. Have been cleaning and importing music into my computer. I.e., nothing else is working out here, so I'll clean. And I wanted to drink some of my English tea but it got too late for real tea. And whatever food I had I didn't want. Mac. and cheese. And the post I was working on last night I deleted due to idiocy.

And feel my break wasn't long enough which it never is and am feeling in limbo as usual. Plus, my two houseguests meant that my apt. has been in a weird state of cleanliness and clutter. And it's been a strange three weeks anyway.

Have been lighting candles. And listening to Sweatshop Union, The Yeah Yeah Yeahs and the Distillers.

So, I think we can call it a draw as far as this day goes. Am going to finish my tea and have some popcorn.

And I had like 11 more exercises from my students to review among other things to do.

Arggh. Ending with the words from Ice Cube from Boys in the Hood, "Domino, motherfucker."

Trying again, later.