STUPID PAPER HAS BEEN SUBMITTED. STOP.

LIFE CAN RESUME. STOP.

6AM - GO TO WORK OR SLEEP? CRAP.

Things I do up at 1:30am:

1) Worry about the exam I didn't work enough on today. Fail to have enough of an attention span to actually do anything about it.

2) Take medicine. Because I should be able to breathe if I swallow enough crap, right? (Fucking allergies.)

3) Check my work email. (56 emails since I left on Thursday.) Acknowledge need to become expert on flood plain mapping, mortgages, and the Federal Reserve by Monday morning. Log off before I can actually get anything done because admin wants to restart the computers. And let's not even talk about realizing that the crazy Ron Paul fan I keep blowing off has turned out to be someone...I probably shouldn't have blown off. *headdesk*

4) Cry. What, it doesn't seem like a good option to you?

5) Whine on LJ. Because when all else fails. :)

I am, perhaps unsurprisingly, smittywing on dreamwidth. There's nothing there at the moment, and there probably won't be anything there that isn't also here, but I'll let you know if that changes. I am attracted to the shiny!new! aspects since there's a lot of clutter on this journal but...I've been on LJ for...eight years? So I'm fairly comfy here. We'll see how it goes.

In the meantime: Today.

8:22 - Woke up. I am supposed to leave the house at 8, usually leave by 8:20, so there was pretty much no way not to be late. Very well.

9:20 - Flat tire. Call AAA.

9:40 - Phone dies.

10:15 - AAA shows up. Dude looks like Bobby Singer from Supernatural and is named Wayne. He puts enough air in my tire to get me down the street to Sears. Note that he does not put the donut on so I pretty much HAVE to go somewhere.

10:35-12:15 - Hang around the Sears Auto waiting room. Work on Admin Law outline, read Partnership Tax, have conversation with woman in waiting room.

12:15 - Sears dude tells me they "shouldn't" patch the tire because it's too worn and sends me to the showroom to buy new tires.

12:35 - I give up on trying to get the attention of the sales dude and ask the mechanic dude to put the donut on.

12:40 - Sales dude comes back and asks me what tires I want. I told him to put the donut on so I could go to the Nissan dealership.

12:55 - Escape Sears

1:15 - Arrive Nissan dealership. Hand over keys. Wait.

2:15 - The Nissan dealership can't find the incredibly odd-sized tires that came on my car. They have to keep it. Also I have to get two tires and an alignment. (I knew that was coming.) They give me a loaner Mazda 3. I might not give it back. I like the way it drives, but the "Nissan Loaner Car" decal on the back window is cramping my style.

PLEASE NOTE: At this point, MacGyver could have MADE me a new tire with duct tape and bubble gum. Thank you.

2:30 - Chipotle, because I have been traumatized by life.

4:00 - Get guest pass for the loaner car so it doesn't get towed from my apartment complex. (If you're observing the gap between lunch and my apartment, please know that Chipotle is at the mall. Nothing more need be said.)

4:00-4:30 - Call IRS, VA Dept. of Taxation, etc. to straighten out tax error. (Don't ask. It was stupid and entirely my fault.) Also call Sallie Mae. Am displeased. Take consumer survey and leave a 60-second message of rage afterward. Cat sits on my lap for 30 seconds and then goes back into the closet.

4:30 - Go to apartment building held by same management company to get a pass to park there tomorrow so I can walk to the metro. (This once could be done from my own apartment, but alas, no more.)

5:00 - Arrive at school; realize I do not have parking pass. Park at Giant. Pray for clemency.

5:05 - Go to bookstore to try to sell back book for class that is over. It is too early to sell back book. I must wait for the week before the semester ends. (Except the semester ends next Thursday, making THIS the week before the semester ends, so I don't even know.)

So yeah. In class now. I feel like I should ask for something, but pretty much just not being in an autoshop waiting room is making me pretty happy. Even if I am in tax law for the rest of the night. :P

Unfortunately what shook me from my post-election coma was the cancellation of Birds of Prey. Granted, I haven't kept up with comics since I went to law school but...but...*kicks can down the street*

In better news, mcsmooch and non_mcsmooch are open for business and while I have 2 more "Five Things" to do, I have no plans for running off to another state, so hit me with prompts. I don't promise brilliance but I would very much like to get back in the groove so I can make dents on the longer stories I have owed FOREVER.

In other news, I am only barely keeping up with fandom and although I have seen last week's SGA, all I can remember about the plot was, "Wow, Teyla's ARMS were AMAZING." What? I'm shallow. (Also I may be temporarily shipping Ronon/Woolsey...the memories are coming back now.) But anyway, I am off to watch CSI: NY and Criminal Minds and then I need to read for Federal Income Tax. How is that my favorite class?

1) wojelah ASSURED me it's okay to whine to LJ. Blame her if you are tired of finals whining.

2) I am going to be Tina Fey in BabyMama in seven or eight years. This is almost a certainty. I wish I was as cute as Tina Fey.

3) I really really need some Weir/Sumner. Or some Sheppard/Sumner. Or, hell, just some Sumner, being alive.

4) I am totally doing artword with tardis80. \o/

5) Finals are over on May 13. The end.

Does anyone remember my Biz Ass professor from last semester, who came up with the insane idea to prevent us going over time by having the proctor ride the elevator to the basement and back while we all made a mad rush for the stairs?

Yeah, well, ( I took Anti-Trust with him...Collapse )

All in all, I suppose this one is better as it requires no feats of physical prowess and doesn't risk life and limb of a poor Records Office Proctor. STILL.

There is something of a weather issue going on outside. In other, more alarming news:

( My laptop won't start up. Help, help, help...Collapse )

I would just like to say that if we are not allowed to leave legal ambiguities in our proposed legislation that comport with the legal ambiguities that are already in the Code, maybe the assignment should NOT HAVE FUCKING AMBIGUITIES IN THE FUCKING INSTRUCTIONS. Or rather, lack thereof.

*ahem* Apologies for the profanity. And the capslock.

In other news, Thirteen STILL does not have a name on House, right? Does anyone know if she's going to?

Also, if anyone would like to assuage my RAGE...I take all comers.

Ya'll, I am the worst sick person ever. Also, is it okay to order pizza for dinner?

In news totally unrelated to that, some dickhead legislator in Mississippi introduced a bill to prohibit restaurants from serving food to anyone who is obese.

wojelah wrote a beautiful post/severe asskicking on why this guy fails at human being. She also has a few follow-up thoughts.

( Actual Email from Biz Ass ProfCollapse )

( Actual Reaction From RaisintorteCollapse )

Also, because I am PATHETIC, does anyone have any GOOD DG/Cain recs from Tin Man? I read meyerlemon's and I know there's some stuff on the tin_and_jewels comm, but I already made my brain bleed once today and I just don't have the capacity to risk a redux.

Or Sumnerfic. I take Sumnerfic, too.

Ya'll. I am about to slog through the Statement of Facts and mostly I am bored with this case because I have been looking at it since August but I really need to do a decent job on this to get through Legal Writing this semester SO. If anyone was inclined to bribe/encourage/entice/bribe/cheerlead me into getting through this part, not only would I be eternally grateful, but I may not beat myself to death with The Bluebook Uniform System of Citation. pentapus is AWESOME and holding something for me until the first draft is complete but I am totally not there yet and need handholding.

Er. Thanks.

I do not care if this is law school - a two-credit course does not require a 10-page syllabus.

We are using the Valley of Death icon for my favorite flash drive which is has malfunctioned and is no longer recognizable to either George OR Gracie. I considered having a meltdown about this last night, since it is 128MB of resumes, fanfic, and assorted other things, but I recently emailed myself my latest resume and writing sample, and most of the fic is up on Google Docs somewhere. (Um, I might have lost parts of the marriage fic, raisintorte....) Or posted, or in email, or somewhere else that means I can find it again.

I hate data loss. Does anyone have a secret trick for recovering things from malfunctioning USB drives?

Also, Marlowe was knocking around my nutcrackers this morning and when I went to pull him off my television cabinet, he twisted and pushed and I ended up with this HUGE scratch down my leg. I am such a battered cat-owner.)

PS: Thank you to everyone who filled out the poll in the last entry! It warms my heart that Marlowe was winning the "more of" section for quite a while there. Well, it did until a couple hours ago. :P

You know that angelic kitty I keep bragging about who never destroys anything and only occasionally runs across the keyboard? Yeah. He broke, knocked over, or shredded at least 5 things between 2 and 6am which were supposed to be, not coincidentally, my sleeping hours. Of course I woke up every time something went crash and am now desperately sorry for that since I have to leave for "work" any minute now, really.

Also for reasons that don't bear examining, I used my beach towel after showering this morning and now I am covered in blue fuzz bits. It gives me "full body bruise" appearance.

I would like a do-over. Ooh, or maybe a donut.