March 5, 2009

  • Grrr...argg..

    I was probably banging around in the kitchen a little, intermittently interrupting my brother's spanish "stories" (for some reason he's decided to learn spanish by watching spanish soap operas. Though I can understand about 70% of what's being said I only really know when something dramatic is about to happen because the music gets all organ-y) before I realized something was wrong with me. Actually my brother was the one that said "...long day?" You know what? It kind of was.

    Actually it's been a bit of a long week, mostly because I feel like I'm in a constant state of waiting. I wake up in the morning and go to work, and while I'm there I'm mostly liking learning new stuff (...as much as one can enjoy counting money that belongs to someone else), but I wait for my lunch break. Then I go back to work and then wait until the end of the day, at which point I hope to go home and find some mail announcing my acceptance into one of PhD programs I've applied to (or at the very least my daggone W-2 so I can do my taxes!). There's been no news, and that compounded with the fact that I'm waiting on my Comp exam results makes all the waiting almost unbearable. And apparently it makes me cranky.

    Now I'm at home and the lights are irritating me, as are the commercials on TV, and the smell of my mom's cheerios. I feel restless, and I can tell I need some ice-cream. And a massage. That might smooth out this apparently permanent wrinke between my eyebrows.