It's the same here. People always say, check from the university intranet. It's a friggin info maze, I doubt anyone can ever find anything from there. Oh, use the search function! Yes, but, 128 hits... Goddamnit.
I'm so close to being done with school and yet it feels like there's so much more to do, I can't wait until I'm all moved back in home, unpacked and ready to breathe and deal with it all, honestly.
I walked to a doctor's appointment today. I put on my walking boot for my broken leg and walked there and back. It hurt but I made it. When I got home and took off the boot my leg had swelled to twice it's normal size.
I'm going bat shit crazy at the moment. I've been on one of my worst manic episodes ever. I've gotten about 6 hours sleep in the last 5 days. Not 6 hours in a row mind you, but rather 30 minutes at a time. For example I fell asleep at about 5:30 today and slept until 6:00 and woke up wide awake. Usually these half hour naps come after laying in bed for 8-10 hours just trying to fall asleep! I finally got a hold of my psyche doctor and they called in refills until my appointment next week but they didn't call them in until after the pharmacy was already closed. Not that it is going to matter much, it takes days to get the meds back in my system to make a difference. I guess I'm pretty much screwed until I finally pass out from exhaustion and sleep. Lord knows when that will be.
I went to a florist shop to buy a bouquet and when I told them my budget, they implied I was being stingy and said I couldn't buy more than three roses. I was humiliated and I told them I would rather not get anything then and walked out. At that point the florists tried to stop me, but I know I was being taken. Prices are up 60% because of Mother's Day and florists don't care about customer courtesy because they know they'll sell out of stock. I buy flowers often. On non-holidays, I've known owners who brightened up even if I got the cheapest carnations. But I'll never go to that shop again.
My mom called me a bit ago and invited me to a Mother's Day dinner. But this is my wife's first mothers day (our kid is 7 months old), and she wants to stay home and have a nice dinner. It's her day, so I agreed. My mom didnt like it and we had a fight. I said some things I regret and I feel bad, but I also don't feel like I'm in the wrong.
I'm torn over whether to start a Facebook account. Frankly, there aren't a ton of people who I actually care to keep up with. I wouldn't want to be inundated with updates from people who I don't care about. On the other hand, most of those people who I do care to keep up with are on Facebook, and I feel like I'm missing out.
Ohh, I let one arm bake in the Sun too long, I'm afraid I'll have my Sun allergy rash in the morning.
Goddamn it. My neighbors are having some work done on their house on the side facing our house. The workers are making an ungodly amount of noise - one of them insists on singing over the sound of the power tools. They're hammering so loudly that at times it sounds like they're hammering against my bedroom wall! They start this at about 7am each morning. I can't concentrate! I sure hope they'll be done really soon - like yesterday or something.
The emboldened florist, who will make it absolutely clear that they do not wait on hand and foot for your s.o.'s b-day or the passing of a distant relative to keep their business afloat.
You don't list your gender in your profile. There's no way of knowing if you're female or male. If you made it easy for them, people wouldn't have to make assumptions.
You can feel genderless but still let others know what gender you are. Think of it this way. You have to pee either standing up or sitting down no matter how you view your gender.
Yes, I think so. Sometimes I was a boy as a kid. Not so much nowadays, or if it happened, there'd probably be an incontinence problem I should have looked at. @AlcoholicWolf You are assumed to be male because women are never ever alcoholic, never ever write about dark subjects, and, I think in case of a French woman -- although I might be horribly mistaken here 'cause my French sucks -- you'd announce your arrival "J'suis retournée" in your intro post, ergo, you were deceiving us deliberately? (2/3 of those guesses were sarcastic, guess which ones...)
Naha! Someone spotted. But perhaps you are right, it is an elaborate deception? Or maybe I'm just bad at French also? As for the question posed by Lewdog, I pee sitting down, but that doesn't necessarily reflect my gender. In fact, sex and gender are two very separate things. What if my assigned sex at birth does not meet my own perceived gender?
To be perfectly honest, it's really none of my business whether you pee standing up, sitting, squatting and chanting, or whatever. It's called private time for a reason.
Unfortunately there are a lot of people who don't share your viewpoint. For them, peeing is very much a public matter. Namely, for men who see the world as their toilet and super drunk teenage girls who've drunk too much cider in the park, whose bladder is bursting, and they must relieve themselves on the sidewalk. Or maybe it's just over here...
Public toilets in France make peeing very much a social matter. If you want a genuine 12th century bathroom experience, head over to a French WC!
I've seen pictures of Asian toilets where you have to squat over an open toilet no matter what your sex is. It is supposed to be better for your bowels.
My laptop is completely messed up. Half the things I want to do doesn't work at all, and the remaining half is unreliable. Worst of all: Scrivener won't even start... Not even shutting it down works.