Yeah, Whatever

[copied from dland]

I actually had a totally horrible day today, and it was all about school, and I wasn't event there. I'm not going into any details; I feel somewhat better after two phone calls with the Colleague (who was also right in the thick of things, but actually there) and venting to the Sibs and K, and I'm not thinking about it anymore until I have to. Suffice it to say that in my next life, I'm going to choose a career that's much more self-explanatory. Maybe I'll be a bricklayer. Everybody knows what a bricklayer does. Apparently, not so many people know what a librarian does. Who would have thought so?

Beef and Barley Stew today, folks, and it was yum. And I even made up the recipe myself, culled from a few others that were close to what I wanted, but not exactly. And there's a ton of it; I have to let it cool in the fridge overnight and then put it in those little vacuum freezer bags tomorrow. I guess I'm getting the hang of the crockpot.

I decided not to hang out with the Chum today; for one, I wasn't feeling great this morning, and for another, she's on the somewhat terminally cheery side, and I wasn't in the mood to be all light and happy and making jokes about school when it was eating me up. Which left me with very little to do all day. I could have watched Flags of Our Fathers, which I had from Blockbuster, but I just couldn't do a war movie today, y'know? At one point, I determined that what I needed was some good, healthy retail therapy, but there was absolutely nothing I needed. So I went to Target, where I got an exercise shirt in the men's department -- nice and roomy -- and some clips to put on open chip bags. Yes, that was my retail therapy; I think it came to $13 and change. But it got me out of the house for awhile. Then I took a nap for awhile, and then all the phone calls started and K came home, so I'm okay.

Did I ever mention this little story? I've told it at work many times, and will tell it again many times, I'm sure. On the night I graduated from high school, I came back to the building with everyone else from the football field (where the ceremony was), returned my cap and gown, and then, on the way to my car in the parking lot, I said out loud: "Thank god I'll never have to set foot in the building again as long as I live." Pretty funny, huh?


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