Morning!

Ahh, nothing really compares to stopping at www.weather.com and having the site greet you with a cheery, rousing salutation of "Good morning, Assmaster!" Cookies are a beautiful beautiful thing.

Not really much going on at the moment. I was going to write something and then I realized it would just be so much more of the usual complainy goodness about my seeming inability and unwillingness to deal with my shit. I'm tired of complaining about it, really. Either I deal with it, or I don't, but either way it's up to me.

I'm going to go wibble about that out of earshot of anyone else now. And eat breakfast.

Happy Mardi Gras!

So apparently another Fat Tuesday is upon us (thanks for the colorful reminder, athene!), and I am looking like my usual total slob self except accesorized with three tawdry ropes of shiny beads. yay.

I'm not Catholic, but I think this year its in my best interests to give up procrastination for Lent - then maybe I can survive this semester. Heh, concept.

Eat, drink and be merry, y'all, whether or not tomorrow you have to be miserable. ;)

Some small progress...

I talked to sundart a bit this morning and she helped me make a list of all the scheisse I have to do for various classes, the assignments I have to catch up on, and things I have to do in general. This doesn't sound like a big deal, but this was really hard for me - I don't generally admit when I'm behind or having trouble with shit, preferring instead to hide and lie about the extend of my crapola and how it's affecting me, but this morning was really helpful. I also talked to one of my CS professors about my various crapola and even though I have to get one of the assignments done like tonight (aaaack) the rest of it seems workable. One more class and some organ practice to go. Maybe I can do this. sundart says my list isn't insurmountable... I hope she's right.

I'm standing in the student center underneath one of the plasma monitors which is currently running Headline News, which is by turns both amusing me and pissing me off. The amusing stuff is watching a Viagra commercial featuring third-nondescript-white-guy-from-the-left leaping about in a paroxysm of elation in slow motion set to Queen's "We Are the Champions." The stuff pissing me off is what's in the actual news - the usual ("Bush backs gay marriage ban!" I'm shocked, shocked, I tell you!), the WTF? ("Is The Passion of the Christ too violent for your kids?" Hi, it's rated R for a reason, people. If the title was, say, Die Hard 4: the Vengeance of the Christ we wouldn't be having this discussion... I just hope that years from now kids are fucking crucifying the bullies instead of bringing guns to school - I'd love to see THAT violence-in-the-media debate) and the just plain useless ("Fifth grader suspended for bringing the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit edition to school." Ah well, his mama will have plenty of time to take him to see The Passion of the Christ.)

Need food. Then class. Then running about like headless chicken.

Bloody Hell

Literally. Ow.

Fucking internal gonads and their monthly bitchfits. *grumble*

Update, 3:42 pm: and as if that weren't bad enough, I've been foiled in my attempt to be a good little organ player and go practice, but noooooooo they have to have a god-forsaken poetry reading in Helen Hills Hills Chapel today. The rage. The RAGE!

So here I am home, with ibuprofen and a cup of tea on the way and a pile of dishes to do. ooog.

Scheisse

Feh.

So much for practicing at all. Due to the Ashwednesdaylentwhoohoo, every time my well intentioned head poked itself into Helen Hills Hills Chapel Chapel, I was completely and utterly foiled by the presence of religious types. Silly people, using the chapel for actual religious purposes. ;)

Went to the engineering lab tonight to see if I could swipe some Matlab toolboxes to take home. That's where I am right now actually. Let's hope these damn things work so I can do my work in the peace and quiet of my loveseat with my laptop.

Thinking I might not sleep tonight. We'll see how I feel a bit later. But it would be good to at least get something done and then beat the repentant Christians to the punch by getting into the chapel at ass-early tomorrow. I WILL practice for my lesson, Ash Wednesday be damned. ;)

*crosses fingers* I really hope I can pull out of, and stay out of, the slump I fell into this month. That sucked. Let's not do that again.