In the last 48 hours I've:
Spilled coke on my keyboard, requiring the purchase of a new keyboard,
Crawled around in the unfinished attic of my house at 2:00 am chasing alleged squirrels RFB thinks she heard there. So far no evidence of squirrels in our attic. In RFB's, maybe,
Rushed home from work in the middle of the day to pick-up Monkeyboy at school for a 4-hour visit to the emergency room (our 5th in ten years). Nothing serious, in the end, we think. May lose a right pinky nail. Must see a hand surgeon for final diagnosis,
Carried on a running battle on Wikipedia about whether Peter Yarrow's article should be focused on a blow-job he got from a 14-year-old groupie in the 60's or on his music,
Pissed off, or been pissed off by, a ton of volunteers at work,
Suffered nightly insomnia, and
Generally felt like I was caught on a never-ending merry-go-round of agitation and horribleness.
Tutoring tonite was a welcome respite. I worked on Hebrew in transliteration in a group of five adults instead of doing one-on-one tutoring, with real Hebrew letters and vowels, with a series of four adolescents. It was rewarding. One of you was there and helped make the hour go by in minutes. Thanks.
Here's hoping the days get less interesting from here.
March 12th, A.C.
It's a town full of losers, I'm pullin' outta here to win.
(1000 non-redeemable, non-transferable points to the first one to identify this especially appropriate lyric for driving to the Jersey shore. Void where prohibited by law.)