The date/time stamp is generated by my macro, by the way.
I'm cranky. Cats won't eat the food I made a special trip for. Newman and Missy were determined, no matter how many times I told them no, to rifle though stuff in the bathroom, until I finally threw an empty yogurt jar (those Dannon DanActive things) at Newman, startling him. It's the first day of class, and wouldn't you know it the coffee stalled in the vaccuum brewer. I hate that. Last night I couldn't find my Effexor bottle. I'm not looking forward to going to campus an hour early just to find a parking space, and I'm not looking forward to ceramics class either, which is the class I fucked up big time last year when I was dating Eduard and he kept me up all night so that I couldn't get up in the morning, and plus borrowed my car and kept it for several days so that I couldn't go to school. Charming guy. Anyway, it'll be a different instructor but it'll still be emparrassing to walk in there. Also anticipating wrestling for a computer somewhere on campus. GAWD. Really cranky.
That high school person who was my best friend who contacted me through Classmates.com read my reply to her and hasn't written back. Did she want to talk to me or not? WHATever. I'm not awaiting with baited breath.
Sigh.
Hey, I found a stray Effexor capsule in my purse! But I can't find my USB flash drive. Please, god, don't tell me I left it in the lab. Please, please.
Found it. Whew.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 11:14 AM
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