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i've finished off two of the three curriculums for thursday, of which i am presenting most of. i am assured that writing curriculums pays good money but equally assured that they severly hurt my head in the same way that talking to drunk construction workers at fort erie bars hurt my head.
i've been listening to the nattering of cbc radio because that is my idea of a productive workspace. i was explaining to someone the other day that sometimes when i'm doing something really boring the only place i can possibly do it productively is at my bar. and there is no real reason for that except that everything going on in my brain is so freakin chaotic that in order to become settled up there i need chaos somewhere around me in which my brain can tap into subconsciously. so i put on cbc radio. and they natter and mutter and tell the same news story like 80 times an hour. sounds like canada has this thing on canada's ultimate commuter and i wrote in a said that my commute takes approximately 45 seconds to walk from upstairs to my office. i thought that was quite witty. in retrospect probably smart ass. i will never understand the difference between wit and smart ass. then they started mumbling about overfishing in freakin denmark or something and that gave me a rash so i had to turn it off and now all i hear is the wind wind wind opening and closing my front door.
and i'm feeling lonely in a weird way. it's that weird loneliness i always feel when i travel or when i'm just back from travelling, although 8 hours in another province i THOUGHT wouldn't constitute "travelling" but it did...when the houseguest is gone i feel great running around arms flung in solitude and then crumpled in anticipation of someone coming back so i can talk. to someone. in someways this whole work at home thing and the fact that i'm pretty geographically isolated is bringin back weird china feelings which inevitably ends up with me sleeping with someone i absolutely had no intention of.
in other news. the puggles have FINALLY settled down and are napping pretty well through the storm. which is what puggles are supposed to do. beware wretchedone...two dogs are fun, but they're BAD together, and it takes them a long time to re-adjust to new places, new things, new people, and each other in the new places, new things etc. etc. like molly will want to sleep, cash will nudge nudge ear bite...it goes on ALL DAY until molly gets mad and bites back blah blah...this has gone on since i moved in here, but TODAY TODAY they're back to being good puggles. I will say, without rambling forever, during the move, i inadvertently changed their food, cash shed like a....i don't even have a simile for it? ummmmm...god i don't know...until he had little bald spots in his fur, with dark tear stains, molly looked like she weighed 10 pounds heavier, and they both ran around like kids at the mcdonalds playplace after the carbs and sugar and refreshing ability to eat with their shoes off in PUBLIC...i've changed them BACK and they're calm, not balding little puppies. so, don't buy puppy chow.
beware wretchedone of the unforeseen amount of food ONE MORE DOG costs you.
i've finished off two of the three curriculums for thursday, of which i am presenting most of. i am assured that writing curriculums pays good money but equally assured that they severly hurt my head in the same way that talking to drunk construction workers at fort erie bars hurt my head.
i've been listening to the nattering of cbc radio because that is my idea of a productive workspace. i was explaining to someone the other day that sometimes when i'm doing something really boring the only place i can possibly do it productively is at my bar. and there is no real reason for that except that everything going on in my brain is so freakin chaotic that in order to become settled up there i need chaos somewhere around me in which my brain can tap into subconsciously. so i put on cbc radio. and they natter and mutter and tell the same news story like 80 times an hour. sounds like canada has this thing on canada's ultimate commuter and i wrote in a said that my commute takes approximately 45 seconds to walk from upstairs to my office. i thought that was quite witty. in retrospect probably smart ass. i will never understand the difference between wit and smart ass. then they started mumbling about overfishing in freakin denmark or something and that gave me a rash so i had to turn it off and now all i hear is the wind wind wind opening and closing my front door.
and i'm feeling lonely in a weird way. it's that weird loneliness i always feel when i travel or when i'm just back from travelling, although 8 hours in another province i THOUGHT wouldn't constitute "travelling" but it did...when the houseguest is gone i feel great running around arms flung in solitude and then crumpled in anticipation of someone coming back so i can talk. to someone. in someways this whole work at home thing and the fact that i'm pretty geographically isolated is bringin back weird china feelings which inevitably ends up with me sleeping with someone i absolutely had no intention of.
in other news. the puggles have FINALLY settled down and are napping pretty well through the storm. which is what puggles are supposed to do. beware wretchedone...two dogs are fun, but they're BAD together, and it takes them a long time to re-adjust to new places, new things, new people, and each other in the new places, new things etc. etc. like molly will want to sleep, cash will nudge nudge ear bite...it goes on ALL DAY until molly gets mad and bites back blah blah...this has gone on since i moved in here, but TODAY TODAY they're back to being good puggles. I will say, without rambling forever, during the move, i inadvertently changed their food, cash shed like a....i don't even have a simile for it? ummmmm...god i don't know...until he had little bald spots in his fur, with dark tear stains, molly looked like she weighed 10 pounds heavier, and they both ran around like kids at the mcdonalds playplace after the carbs and sugar and refreshing ability to eat with their shoes off in PUBLIC...i've changed them BACK and they're calm, not balding little puppies. so, don't buy puppy chow.
beware wretchedone of the unforeseen amount of food ONE MORE DOG costs you.
posted by Faint faint faintedink at 12:51 p.m.
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