came quite close to quitting last friday.

have a final exam on thursday.

feeling restless.

have a bad cold that rendered me fatigued. slept 12 hrs yesterday.

saved a caterpillar today.

feeling happy and sad all at once. gah.

You entered: 7/27/1976
You were born on a Tuesday
under the astrological sign Leo.
Your Life path number is 3.

The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2442986.5.
The golden number for 1976 is 1.
The epact number for 1976 is -1.
The year 1976 was a leap year.

As of 11/23/2003 9:24:00 PM CST
You are 27 years old.
You are 328 months old.
You are 1,426 weeks old.
You are 9,980 days old.
You are 239,541 hours old.
You are 14,372,484 minutes old.
You are 862,349,040 seconds old.

There are 247 days till your next birthday
and 32 days till Christmas!

The moon's phase on the day you were
born was new.

The rumors about Jonathan Brandis are actually true. Last week on Nov. 12 he committed suicide. He was 27.

http://www.minorcon.org/brandis.html

http://tv.zap2it.com/tveditorial/tve_main/1,1002,271%7C84772%7C1%7C,00.html

*the dsl dying
*the snow storm
*the madonna party
*the car accident
*the christening
*the boost in workload
*the sad sad sad

lost internet for a whole lot of time.

miss me? :)

You're "Melt With You" by Modern English.


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Well! This was an interesting week-end. Friday afternoon I actually managed to get out of work at the appointed time of 4:30. Went and picked kids up, then came home and made muffins. Of course, the kids fought over who was going to help pour in ingredients, who was going to stir, who was going to crack the egg, who was going to pour into the cups, who was going to eat the first muffin... oi. In any case, the muffins were all gone by noon Saturday...

Saturday the kids and I went and got them new boots before the snow hits. We also got a few groceries. Then came home and made some crafts. While making crafts I threw together some scalloped potatoes for the potluck my volleyball team was having that evening. I dropped the kids off at 4pm and then went over to JM's. (She's the team captain.) Lots of food. It was a bit awkward at first because I hadn't seen most of these people in... well... I can't remember. And some of them were new faces and it was cold shoulder city in some ways. Meh. Ate good food, accepted good hospitality, and participated in a hilarious blind gift exchange which ended up with most of us fighting over who got to keep the porn movie (who the hell brought that? I know but will not tell. And no it wasn't me.) The gift I contributed was: fudge & recipe, 1/2 doz partylite candles (var. smells), a little tin of bath things, hawaiian ginger body mist, a home made diary with quotes from books pasted in all over the place, and something else but I forget now. haha.

Then I dashed outside to see the lunar eclipse... how wonderful. How lovely.

Then I dashed home and the minute I walked in the door I realized... I'd forgotten to buy rye for SO. So back out the door I went and got it in the nick of time. Returned home, picked up SO, and we went on to BE & ME's new home for their housewarming party. It was a good time, with more food, good drink, happy people and an interesting game of charades. Then around midnight things went terribly, terribly wrong. The one girl SS and her ex DS were there and they were together because they've been "trying to work it out once more". Which was fine but DS is... I don't have anything nice to say about him, so I'll keep mum.

Anyway. At one point I was in ME's bedroom downloading music to listen to, then ME & LS & KV & SS were there and we were all talking. Our friend JG came in and then we talked some more while waiting for a CD to burn to bring down to listen to. The CD done, we all traipsed downstairs, JG coming down last and pretending to zip up his fly. Nothing to it, quite harmless and garnered a few laughs. Well! DS flipped out! Started a huge fight with SS in the front hall. This wouldn't be an issue but this is ALWAYS what happens... and sometimes their fights have been known to get physical (that part is hearsay, I have never been present for said rows). So hello! Totally uncomfortable. Everyone decided the only cure was to drink more. DS finally leaves off in a huff and we manage to convince SS to stay with us.

Fine. Situation diffused.

Then a mother of a migraine hits me. WHAM! I'm out for the count on the couch, in agony. LS's husband CS was nice enough to keep a cold cloth on my head, which was a little piece of heaven in the place called migraine hell. Hooray for random acts of kindness!

SO of course was drunk out of his tree and practically sitting in ME's kitchen sink... I was happy he was having a good time, especially among so many new faces, but I was also wishing he'd shut the hell up, pack us up and get us home. He came and checked on me, I told him I needed to go home so I could die in peace, he said ok he'd finish his drink.

...

Three hours later I finally managed to muster the strength to stand up, walk over to him and say "if you want us to remain married, we have to go home. NOW."

We got home alright. 15 minutes later I was lying in bed wishing I had died. then he decides he wants to fool around, which was kind of funny actually...

bla bla bla I'm tired of typing. More later...

So what's this about a lunar eclipse?

I am taking Monday as a day off. Consider it a mental health day.

I've been doing a lot of stuff behind the scenes that might surprise some people.

I've also been doing a tremendous amount of overtime which has resulted in me feeling really, really tired...

My kids have been having nightmares, mostly because mommy has had such sporadic work hours lately... which of course makes me feel like crap. Time to talk to the boss (again).

I'm spread thin like the last knifeful of peanut butter on a giant piece of bread.

I haven't made supper yet. And I don't think I shall. I proclaim today FEND FOR YOURSELF DAY! The kids get sammiches! (They love to "help" make sammiches... usually the sammiches end up looking like robots...)

Mmmm... sammich.

For some reason I've had this song (tourniquet) stuck in my head all day. Which is strange because I have not listened to that particular album in literally years...

So last night I managed to successfully procrastinate from doing the nanowrimo thing by watching back-to-back episodes of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. I would feel guiltier, except I almost NEVER watch tv, so I consider it a treat.

Nyah nyah nanowrimo, I am up to 2.5k words in spite of this procrastination. Which *should* make me feel like panicking, but I can make up for it on the weekend...

yeah. so. i totally suck and didn't write a bit today.

i have up to 1812 words and already i want to erase them all because the stories aren't meshing, right now it feels like one huge stream of consciousness.

the story is somewhat autobiographical which maybe is what is blocking me.

i am trying to fictionalize it but am having issues even doing that... how far is too far and where does it stream completely away from the plot. (WHAT PLOT, says i)

argh! why did i sign up for this again? hehehe

Following the nanowrimo madness, I have started a novel of galactic proportions, titled Of Emus and Angels: A story of a girl trying to make sense of her world. Yes. I am crazy. Because I'm not busy enough. I had signed up and thought it over and mulled it over and not posted about it because I didn't want outside influences to bias my decision...then I promptly forgot my username and had to do it again this morning.

But this is something I *need* to do. Because I miss writing.

I got my test back on Thursday. 30.5/40. The highest mark was 34.5/40. So hurrah!

For Halloween, I dressed up in gawthish clothes and then had fake blood dripping down from my eyes ears and mouth. When people asked me what I was dressed up as I said nothing. When they commented about the blood I said "oh... that. Well, it's my job, you see." When they'd ask what it had to do with anything I would say "Well, I love this job... but it's killing me."

Nobody seemed to sense the irony. hah.

C was a Bratz angel and K was a Kangaroo. We went spookytreating for a good three hours... two huge bags later they were finally tired. haha.

I love Halloween but this year was a little different from other years... not as much enthusiasm for it for some reason. Maybe because the world is scary enough lately.

Have to remember to log overtime I've been doing, else I will not get paid... *sigh*

Time to go fold laundry and put it away, hurrah.