And I fucked up the spacing on my [MI]. Sigh.

I hear you on the sore throat thing... for the last week I've got some kinda bug in my sinuses that gives me a slight sore throat one day, icky blocked up ears the next, then sinus pressure/congestion for a day, then back to the throat. I'm ready to shake this crap off!

Good luck to the gliders! I bet it'll be more stressful to YOU than it is to them. :)

everything's kind of sucky.

I don't want to do my work. And it's supposed to be a really cold night. And my eyes are puffy. And my friend who is supposed to be visiting this weekend hasn't emailed back to tell me when he's arriving tomorrow. And I just want a nice cup of tea.

My car's "Check Engine" light came on again this morning. This probably means that I have to replace my oxygen sensors. Grr.

And yes, I'd like a nice cup of tea, too.

*rummages through desk drawer*

Yes! I still have two bags of Tazo black tea sitting underneath the stacks of CDs. I may have tea.

I stayed up talking to you guys last night and as a result missed the first half hour of my cultural anthropology class, which happens to be my favorite class, too.

I have homework to do and I don't want to do it.

I have had a low-grade stomach bug for three days, probably caused by a bad sandwich I bought in the airport four days ago. It isn't bad enough to stay home, but it is uncomfortable to be at work. With a nod to my masochistic tendencies, I am at work.

Awww CF, but we so loved talking to you! ;-)

ok my friend just emailed me. now I need something else to whine about

Good luck to the gliders! I bet it'll be more stressful to YOU than it is to them. :)

Thanks, BP, but the thing is *whines*: they're going to have to wear a collar for two weeks. And this will be very very hard for them. It's like having a hummingbird wear a collar! They won't be able to exercise or climb very well and will have a hard time eating. And those are their three favorite things to do...

My heart bleeds for the little buggers.

Oh, those collars suck! Necessary, I know, but they look so miserable and uncomfortable.

I woke up to discover a 30" lateral fracture, running across nearly the entire width of my windshield. A brief round of flurries had drifted down over night, so it was clear there were no impact marks or signs of mechanical force being applied to the surface at any point. Ace.

I have a cough and cold, and so I'm trying not to smoke, but I get this nic fits that make me insane and sometimes I just have to have a cigarette, but it doesn't make me feel good. It makes me feel miserable. And please don't tell me to quit, because I know I should and eventually I will, but I tend to react poorly to people telling me it's bad for me. "Smoking is bad for you." Really? I thought it made me super-healthy, and that's why I do it.

Anyway, the whiny part is this: I want to not cough and not feel yucky in my lungs, and I'd really like to just not crave cigarettes at all, but none of those things are working out for me today.

Also, I'm still waiting to hear if I've gotten this job that I've been negotiating for ... for about a month and a half. It's a small company, and budget decisions may be hard for them to make, but I just want to start work now. Today.

And the house is a mess and I don't feel like cleaning it.

end whine.

(Gliders?)

CF: my sugar gliders. They're small Australian marsupials.

I have $1.05 in my checkbook, and $8 in my wallet for the next eight days.

I can't find my old passport, and I think I misplaced a check I meant to send to my sister. Is my desk just a huge black hole?

My stomach is all ooky, and I possibly foolishly went to yoga class this morning anyway, because I had been looking forward to that class all yesterday, but I ended up just feeling gross for the entire thing, and now I'm worried that I have some sort of stomach bug.

Also I am starting to get freaked out about money, though there's not actual much objective reason to be freaked out about money, but I am suddenly remembering why I don't do well with freelancing. It just makes me nervous, all the time. Which may be contributing to the stomach problems.

My life is suddenly very crowded and I'm not sure how I feel about it. I need to get plane tickets and hotel reservations and I'm dragging my feet for some reason. I don't feel like I've had a night to myself in months and I really just want to drink beer and watch shitty movies all by myself.

I must have the same bug as BP, and my SO and I are falling into really traditional masculine-feminine roles in the household, except I'm the guy and he's the girl, and it's putting a bit of stress on our relationship, which isn't good because I can't really deal with stress. Gah.

Someone I had really fallen for told me he doesn't want me.

I got new contacts over the holidays because I foolishly rinsed one down the sink and my left contact's seemed off ever since. I wonder if the contact's prescription was mislabeled because my eyes are fine when I wear my glasses. I've been too lazy to take my contacts back to the store to get checked out and I should really get on that this weekend but there's so much going on right now that I'm beginning to feel overwhelmed. Now might be the perfect time to make a list because somehow that always makes things a little more manageable.

oh, loiseau, that totally sucks! But this leaves you free to be with someone who does - which is so much better than wasting energy on someone who doesn't.

loiseau, I'm so sorry.

I cooked this horrible dish, which trying to make it healthy for everyone, I skipped the frying part. It is so yucky right now, that I will have to go get me a nice fat sandwich just to spike me, for my stupidity. Ay.

hugs, loiseuau. And, what pheonixc said.

The evil designer threatened me with legal action if I didn't pay a storage bill (which I told her I considered HER responsibility, since the stuff is there in the first place because she and her assistant didn't promptly give me information and forms). I took this to mean that the stuff would be sold off and spoke to a lawyer on Monday. The lawyer spoke to the designer and agreed she was a bitch--it turns out she doesn't have a certain license she needs--and that I was being overcharged for several other things. However she told me that it would be best to transfer the storage account to my name, pay it off, and hash it out later with the designer. I asked the designer for the storage company's contact info and she refused to give it to me--which makes me think she's been padding that bill. The lawyer faxed a letter to the designer using my assumption that the stuff would be sold off. The designer emailed me saying she would do no such thing--still refusing to give me the company's name--and was getting her own lawyer. She's also pissed that I won't call her on the phone (she has this horrible simpering baby voice). I forwarded the emails the designer sent me to the lawyer and she's sending a revised letter. I want the fucking hassles with my place to stop.

TPS, I lost my passport a few years ago and was able to get a replacement without remembering the original number.

Yea, the thing is that it's a childhood passport, so I don't really need need it to get my new one (I can use my birth certificate), but it's still hella frustrating to me that I live in such a small place and lost something so important, after it was in my face everyday for what seemed like months.

I can't find my passport either, but I need to renew it in 2008 anyway. Not that I am planning any trips, but I'd like the option.

My stomach has been ooky off 'n' on the last couple of days and it's definitely "on" today. Blergh.

Specklet needs to take and upload more glider photos.

I need to renew my passport this year.

Hey Specklet, I didn't realise that that your boys' operation would need so much recuperation.

They won't be able to exercise or climb very well and will have a hard time eating. And those are their three favorite things to do...

Heh, you're not wrong :) Chuckles was in a chewy mood the other day - my arm looks like a junky's - lines and scratches all over the place. And can someone tell me why my big toes are apparently so chewable? My girls send Scout and Dill their best wishes for a speedy recovery :)

Okay, my turn... I've just worked a twelve hour day, even eating lunch and an evening meal at my desk. I'm shattered. And stressed. And not sleeping. And comfort eating and putting on weight (although I still did a ~10 mile run last night in pretty good time, I think). I'll have another equally long day tomorrow and have to go into work (unpaid) on Saturday and then at 7.30am on Monday.

awww, loiseuau, that's horrible. I hope you find someone amazing soon.

*pours everyone a round of whuffles with extra pancakes*

My place is still a mess and still has boxes and dead man's furniture in it. Also, the receptionist for my landlord in the city is now claiming they never got the notice I sent them Dec 24, and says he will call me tomorrow to talk about it. I barely have rent for here, and I'll be goddamned if I'm paying rent there as well, especially for an apartment that's been empty since Jan 1. Also, my fire won't light tonight. Stupid fire.

it is nine whole degrees outside and tonight in the Market Basket parking lot, our car battery died and it felt like my face had also.

I got new glasses and now I can see, but I look like Aristotle Onassis; the new contacts are supposed to be here in three weeks. Three weeks. What is this, the stone age? Also, because I forgot to think Greek, I paid for everything up front, so they aren't going to be very punctilious about calling me when they finally come in, which means I'm going to have to call them and haunt them to finally get them.

Sleep is very disrupted, house is a mess, bah.

Thanks for the kind words, everyone.
I just feel gutted. It's a long story. I started an askme thread about it a couple of weeks ago.
He said that he was interested but not in a good headspace right now for a relationship. (Mental health issues.) This I now know means, based on responses in another recent askme thread, that he's "just not that into" me.
Anyway. It's nice that you are nice. It does help.