It’s 11:30 and I’m sitting alone downstairs. I should be cleaning, or beginning the process of moving furniture back into the upstairs but instead I am here glancing at old friends blogs and myspace pages asking myself why I bother anymore. Generally at some point history becomes irrelevant, and a lot of what we deem history is merely imagined or experienced only within ourselves.
Were I left to myself I would have eaten out tonight and rented Dragon Wars and gotten tanked alone eating caramel-toffee scones in the basement. Elaine says I have fallen out of the habit of being alone since California. She’s partially right. I know it’s been years, but I miss nights where the party never really ended you just joined with different groups over the course of it.
This I suppose puts an odd counterpoint to the fact that I started my Master’s classes. I had planned to begin to get journal articles together and begin on any one of a handful of major papers and presentations required by my classes. I am stressed out about this graduate deal and I am desperate to do really well in these classes. The thing holding me till Monday is my ability to access both the online content of my classes and the libraries journal network expired and I can’t restart it over the phone. Meaning on Monday I have to walk into the college network overlord’s basement. “Can I have a new password?” “Oh sure…..sit over there for an hour and then I’ll give you a sixteen digit binary code that will be impossible for you to remember and I am unwilling to write down.”
I have been trying to write down the stories I created in my head but its slow going and the results are disappointing.
My time has been consumed by home improvement projects and now that that is winding down I think it will take another three days before I even begin to feel settled in my own home again.
I need to go and clean the basement…..*sigh*
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At least you are spreading smiles to to the far corners of the world. By the "far corners" I mean of course Alaska. You are hilarious. I always wonder why they don't just ask you, "So what do you want your password to be?" I mean they are in there assigning it anyway. Does it have to be 00118962zqrv4223svtxb77? Why can't it just be some normal word? Or something even just remotely recognizable?
~Pammy
Haha... you have to go to school.
Nerd.
Hehe... They would never give you a binary code. It would look like this: "0101110110001100". But that's neither here nor there.
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