Well, I'm sick. Seems odd that it would begin right after the long weekend, but what can ya do?! Maybe it was Grandma's fault. Oh well! Tonight I will spend at the Sparks', hoping to regain some semblance of health.
I watched Bridget Jones' Diary again, and marvelled both at Colin Firth's superiority over most other men and at the fact that 6 + 4 = 10. That has become the sad equation of my educational life. Wah. But alas! there is nothing for me to do about it that wouldn't require more effort than its solution is worth.
On the weekend I read Jane Austen's Persuasion and gained from it something like a kindred spirit, but not quite.
The only thing worth mentioning from today's happy things is:
And I fully agree.
Soon I shall have to ask a question of someone, and that will be extraordinarily horrible on the whole, but necessary nonetheless. And right now, I have to call the bank and get them to stop charging me for my free account. Again.
I would just like to state once again that I LOVE my little cousin Chance. I remembered him today when I listened to "Angels In Waiting" by Tammy Cochran, and I prayed desperately that my children would turn out half as sweetly, wonderfully, and adorably. Hey, a girl can dream. ;)
I would just like to vent my wrath about the evil so-called "beanienanna". The wretched individual is out-eBaying me! How many of the same blasted Darren Hayes single does one person need? For Frith's sake, just let me have one of them! That's all I want!
The first step down the road to vermin-feceslessness has been taken. All of my things have been removed from the scene of the crime. Now I shall have to embark upon the hideous task of washing all of my clothing several times.
I must publicly thank Felisa for being so wonderful as to help me fix it all. I never could have done it all by myself. I would have gone bananas and flung myself out the window. (Which, by the way, is a distinct possibility, since the screen in that dreadful room was non-existant.) Thanks, Felisa, my marvelous dear friend. LOL
Now, I go to drink coffee and soothe my poor distraught soul.
I think I should make it my goal to exterminate all rodents. I realize that that could potentially be a very dissatisfying sort of goal. Those that you really can't attain generally are. But at least I would feel like I was making a DIFFERENCE in the world. Making it a BETTER PLACE!
Of all of the people that the vermin could have attacked, why did it have to be me? Me! The most likely person on this entire campus to suffer a mental breakdown from the whole experience!