A curtain of frustration and rage. Aka arrgghh.

Well, what can you expect when what's behind Door #1, Curtain #2 and Box #3 is the same thing: pain, pain and more pain. Okay, quibble with me if you must, just because the pain is from different parts of the body. But it's still all pain.

So, definitely arrgghh.

In other news (that is actually news), John came down at 7:30. First we took the WD-40 down to my locker and, despite getting lube all over including our fingers (ugh), we couldn't get the lock open. So I'm going to have to see if the super has any bolt-cutters. ::crosses fingers::

Then, we lugged nearly my entire collection of stuffed animals (bags and bags of them) up to his closet. It was really hilarious seeing him pile them up and up and up. But also reassuring that there's room for them, room that I'd never use in the closet anyway. So, yes, I probably have another bag left. And, now, I can get started on clearing out my closet. Before I left his place, I mentioned how disheartening my dealings are with the bookseller. I may just give all the discarded books to charity after all.

Because of the pain, I spent most of the day reading leisurely. And I've got a bit more of plot/psychology for my McDex. I'll get back to it just as soon as I've finished watching tonight's Castle. Anyway, that's a wrap, while I let my warring body parts get back to yelling at me. How do I wish I could just yell back, "Would you just STFU!" Le sigh.

A curtain of frustration and rage. Aka arrgghh.

Well, what can you expect when what's behind Door #1, Curtain #2 and Box #3 is the same thing: pain, pain and more pain. Okay, quibble with me if you must, just because the pain is from different parts of the body. But it's still all pain.

So, definitely arrgghh.

In other news (that is actually news), John came down at 7:30. First we took the WD-40 down to my locker and, despite getting lube all over including our fingers (ugh), we couldn't get the lock open. So I'm going to have to see if the super has any bolt-cutters. ::crosses fingers::

Then, we lugged nearly my entire collection of stuffed animals (bags and bags of them) up to his closet. It was really hilarious seeing him pile them up and up and up. But also reassuring that there's room for them, room that I'd never use in the closet anyway. So, yes, I probably have another bag left. And, now, I can get started on clearing out my closet. Before I left his place, I mentioned how disheartening my dealings are with the bookseller. I may just give all the discarded books to charity after all.

Because of the pain, I spent most of the day reading leisurely. And I've got a bit more of plot/psychology for my McDex. I'll get back to it just as soon as I've finished watching tonight's Castle. Anyway, that's a wrap, while I let my warring body parts get back to yelling at me. How do I wish I could just yell back, "Would you just STFU!" Le sigh.