everything i know about persistence, i learned from my cat

truckle \TRUHK-uhl\, intransitive verb:
To yield or bend obsequiously to the will of another; to act in a subservient manner.

Tonight I did truckle under the force of my 12lb cat.

Hobbes has been particularly attentive all day. It got so bad during work that I locked him out of my bedroom. No amount of kitty-cannonball paused him in his determination to hop back on the desk and headbutt my face. Or sit next to me and mrowr loudly.

I finally couldn't take it any more and gave him a second helping of wet food. Now he's peacefully ignoring me again. As relieved as I am, sheesh, nice to know he only loves me for my ability to open a can of tuna.

*glowers in his general direction*

i don't care if the sun don't shine!

Because really? The weather has little effect on how fucked I am.

Am stuck editing the article from hell. Never knew I could hate sustainable agriculture so much. And of course it's the most poorly written thing ever (to give us practice and you know, misery).

As I'm giddy beyond words, all I can think of is BELLOWING "Totalitarian Agriculture" at brabble. No, I still haven't finished that damn book.

Finally crawled under the covers at 7am. Up again at 9:45am to work. My eyes have that lovely burning feeling that betrays how tired I am. All the various, still grudgingly working components of my 32 year old body are shrieking in protest. Mentally? I feel great!! It's amazing how much energy insanity can provide! Later, much later, I'll pass out and feel like road kill. But right now sheer obnoxiousness is keeping me going. Woo!

I feel like Drew Barrymore in Never Been Kissed, when she's stoned out of her mind, running around giggling and shrieking, "FIRE CRACKER!!!!"

Good: Wow! This is like when I was in college!
Bad: 10 years older and still no wiser.
Ugly: The syntax in this damn agriculture study.

Working until 2pm at which time I'll need to haul some serious ass on this accursed thing.

Also just found out my friend jeff_nw is abandoning me tonight in order to work on this stupid thing. I think we all underestimated how ugly this study would be to comprehensively edit. So he won't be in class. Wah!! Commiserating with him has really been the only reason to go to class. But I figure if I miss another class it'll hurt my buggery participation grade. Blah.

Also, it's funny. I LOVE Jesus Christ Superstar. I was thinking how the whipping scene makes me bawl. And that's practically a Disney version compared to the Mel Gibson atrocity. So yeah. I don't think I'll be seeing that.

11th hour

You know when you have some sucktastic (TM neojima) assignment to do. And you've avoided doing it, procrastinating and thinking you'd throw yourself into it at the last minute (or hoping that it'd be wiped out in a freak napalming incident, thus sparing you)

And now it's that last minute. And you still really don't want to do it.

How wrong is it to do a mediocre job? I can re-write this thing before 5. I can, I can, I can. I just can't do a brilliant job.

So should I just churn through it? Or should I take the offered extension and turn it in Friday? I hate taking extensions. I just want to move on with my life. I've been doing fine in this class. My grade isn't counting on this final project (though I can't totally blow it, either).

Hrm. Hrm. Hrm.

i have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve

Halle-fucking-lujah. It's over. I can't imagine another instructor sucking any harder, so I'm going to go ahead and qualify that the worst class of the program is OVER.

Man, even the last day sucked and I got there an hour late. Everyone looked downright pissy. Even Marcia who always has a smile for everyone looked homicidal. As if having reached the final hours, it was still too much to bear. It was with no small amount of restraint that we refrained from bolting en masse during break.

I'd feel sorry for JF if I thought she actually prepared for our class and gave a fuck. Instead she wanders in and rambles incoherently FOR THREE MISERABLE LIFE SUCKING HOURS!!

*ahem*

We had a guest speaker to end the night. This guy loitered in the hall outside as we finished our excruciating class discussion. Then he came in and she announced him as her husband. Huh. I'd heard from Hans, who is in the undergrad TC dept, that JF's husband was a prof at UW, and that he sucked. But man. Hans clearly has never experienced the pain this woman dishes out. Dude was great! He was full of energy, and he was interesting, and we all sort of woke up. I actually stopped muttering the time in 5min increments to myself. Lisa leaned over to me and hissed, "Why couldn't HE have been here all quarter?!"

I came home and realized I'd survived the day on 2.45 hrs of sleep, an apple and a piece of wheat bread. Huh. So off to the kitchen where I scarfed down questionable, old food. Bleh. Hopefully food poisoning is not my next adventure. Right. Tomorrow: groceries.

E, my sister in law, is coming to visit tomorrow. I pick her up at the ferry around 3 for some much needed fun. I think I'm going to be lame and call her in the morning and ask if her plans revolve around downtown, or if we're going to come back here. In the latter case some last minute shoving-of-things-into-closets would need to occur. Also, I'm a bit nervous because my car is a giant ashtray. And there's no hiding that tomorrow, no matter how much I might quickly clean it after work. It's hard being a social pariah, folks.

Smoking is like my illicit, married lover that I only see occasionally and know I'll break it off with someday. Family doesn't need to be involved.

I still feel perky. Hrm. You think I'd be falling over by now.