bah. morning.

Things I want to accomplish today:

check my Smith email. I've been avoiding it like the plague
check my Smith box. see above.
talk to my English prof
talk to my math prof
either gymbunny or take off for a significant distance on Bellenoire
practice the organ
recopy CS HW so it looks reasonably presentable
Do some more CS.

Anything else is bonus at this point.

Oscillating from numb to completely tweaky. (LOL, actually I know exactly how I feel, has anyone seen that commercial with the guy who has the nice house in the 'burbs, the ride-on lawnmower, the country club membership, the sports car, and the gas grill who looks insanely, saccharinely happy, and then he says, with a big smile, "How do I do it? I'm in debt up to my eyeballs!" Yeah, I'm about there.) And to think, I haven't been awake long, nor have I had any more red bull. Of course the fucked up dream I had didn't help any. Remember how I mentioned last night the thing about phones ringing? Last night I dreamed that I was on the third floor of my parents' house, and sundart, for some reason was there on the phone with birkwelch, except the call waiting kept going off like once every five seconds, literally. And the thing is whenever it would go off the phone would ring and I'd be able to hear it but sundart wouldn't pick it up. We had Call Waiting ID too, except instead of a little box by the phone, it was this huge LCD digital thing set into the floor that would flash numbers and names at me the second the call switched. I was waiting for a call from darkling_dreams, actually, and her name kept showing up during all this, but sundart couldn't switch lines fast enough because another call would come in.

Considering how flipped out I am currently that was dangerously close to nightmarish.

Toast now, toast and water. I'm starting to get that awful knotted tummy feeling I thought I was done with forever, but apparently not. So I have to be nice to the tummy until it unknots. meh.

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ok, stern self-lecture time...

It's ten thirty, I've made a little progress...

check my Smith email. I've been avoiding it like the plague - partially done. I at least cleaned out the six hundred or so bits of spam so now all I have left to do is going through the actual mail.
check my Smith box. see above. - nothing more malignant than a form I have to turn in this week and some "you're graduating whoopee!" type stuff. Also finally mailed a copy of Futurepop Phantom to mermaidblue; look for it in a couple of days. :)
talk to my English prof - also not so bad, though got a mini lecture on how grown-ups deal with major problems. *sigh* I know, I know, I richly deserved it...
talk to my math prof
either gymbunny or take off for a significant distance on Bellenoire
practice the organ
recopy CS HW so it looks reasonably presentable
Do some more CS.

I'm not going to panic today, I'm not going to panic today, I must not fear, fear is the mind-killer, fear is the little death that brings total obliteration, I will face my fear, I will permit it to pass over me and through me and when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path, where the fear has gone there will be nothing, only I will remain... *smacks self* Right. Deep breath. Less Red Bull. Got it.

Hmmm. Hungry.

Update: 1:40 pm - Didn't end up talking with my math prof becuase it occurred to me during class that I'm not behind. Ha. The one class where I'm not. Scheisse. Did head over to HHHHCC to practice for a solid hour, my fingers are loose, the Little Fugue in G minor no longer looks impossible (just improbable) and I ran into Grant and scheduled a makeup lesson for next Monday. As for exercise, I'm home for like a minute, have to make a couple of phone calls but will be heading out to the Norwottuck in a few, either after my permit renewal (I have to call to see whether I need to bring ID of some sort) or after some cheap goldtoned earrings at the mall. The bike racks are back on the buses, so depending on what time I get there i can take the bus back with sundart when she gets off work. Like yay.

Update: 2:20 pm - Well, after being on hold for a three second conversation with the MassRMV (grr) and in the meantime getting a call waiting beep from sundart, looks like Bellenoire and I will be hitting both the RMV and the mall, because sunny-d and I are going to see Hidalgo tonight! w00t. So... in order of appearance on the bike trail, RMV, then mall, where I shall hit Claire's (earrings), Radio Shack (new phone battery) and then Showcase comics (browsing with maybe a volume of Strangers in Paradise because I managed to be so productive today). And then whilst I wait, will probably fill out the four gazillion back pay vouchers for all the lab work. *sigh* getting my act together is such a pain in the butt... but it does look like I'll get everything on my list and a buttload more accomplished today. Whew.

Off I go again . . .

Your call is important to us...

And to think, there are people out there that make a living composing insipid, bland elevator/hold music. *twitch* Or even better, people who arrange Muzak versions of pop songs. That's pretty special. I was once on hold calling Fredricks of Hollywood (don't ask) and they were playing a Muzak version of the Kinks' "Wild Thing", I shit you not.

I'm currently on hold with the MassRMV (my permit expired last week, I need to check and see if I need to bring any funky ID before going to get it renewed). *shudder* Not that it matters, because the hold music kinda just flows from one blandness to the next, but they're not even playing whole songs, they're just kinda playing one thing, fading it out abruptly in the middle, and playing the next thing. Ick. I like it better when they play actual stuff instead of this easy listening crap.

There used to be a station in NYC (WPAT) that was dedicated to Muzak and (seasonally) Christmas carols. They'd play it in Pathmark all the time. About ten years ago they went Latin, though. Meh. Then again around the same time NY's one country station (WKTU) went Dance/Techno/Electronica, it was very weird. Ah well, as long as they don't mess with Z100. :)

I hate being on hold. feh.

Wow, a day I don't have to return at the end.

Got quite a bit of icky wibbly stuff done today, go me.

Have that yummy soreness through the arms shoulders and thighs that only comes from a good hard ride. May have to take another one tomorrow morning, it just felt so damn to be out there, legs pumping to Tatu and Bellenoire flying silently through the brisk afternoon wind. I say silently because I liberally coated her chain in WD40 before I took her out. oooh yeah.

Went to the DMV - excuse me, RMV (I'll never understand this massachusetts . . . thing), got my stupid permit renewed. Do they realize that a pack of inbred deformed four assed monkeys could pass that test? They didn't even bother continuing after question 14 after I'd answered all of the questions correctly.

Went to the mall, came up short at both Radio shack and Showcase comics, which had every single trade paperback of SIP except volume 9, which was the exact one I needed. *sigh* Considering that was after I discovered the buy 2 get one free earring sale at claire's. and the little faggy bag of tiny gold bangles. I think the gods were just telling me that I didn't need to spend any more money. Though  I did find the battery (I think) at Target.

Went to see Hidalgo with sunny-d. Fun fun fun movie. we've decided that much like the MO of Jeremy Irons movies is for him to either a) wear a dress b) stalk around and snarl or c) have some kind of kinky sex, the MO of Viggo Mortensen movies may well be to get scummier looking throughout the progress of the movie, and then suddenly not be scummy anymore at the end of the movie - in fact be much benefited by a bath, shave and a new set of clothes.

On the way home had extremely amusing exchange with the bus driver (the one who looks a bit like Colonel Sanders) who had grown a fairly long shaggy beard this winter. I got on and complimented the bearded look. He chuckled. said something to the effect of it was coming of at the end of the month, to which I replied that it must help keep his face warm. He agreed, stating that once we had a week of weather over fifty degrees off it came but in the meantime, yeah. And I was like "That makes sense. believe me, if I could I'd grow one." To which the entire bus chuckled. The laughter only got louder once sundart and the bus driver responded with "Hmm that will look interesting - you going to put yarn in that too?" and I was like "Shyaddup."

It seems I will be going to Haven tomorrow night, armed with slutty outfit, a CD set for sydneycat, and hopefully a tape or two for gossamer_gull iffen she decides to come. May also come armed with a sundart. And there may be a timarok and a Di in the pic as well. Sounds like a party. :) Let's hope Penelope is marginally sober and that I can request something bellydance worthy.