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If anyone happens to be missing a sledgehammer, it's taken up residence in my head and is trying to pound its way free. I'll be happy to return it when it's done.
I'd also be happy to return it sooner.
Head has been killing me all weekend; I take tylenol or whatever, and it only takes the edge off it for a little while, and then I'm right back where I started again. Except I can't take anything else for a few more hours.
Algebra final is at 7:00; I'm leaving here at 6:30 to be sure I make it on time.
It turns out to be just as well Alias was a rerun last night. The cable crapped out while I was watching the Survivor finale and getting in the last bit of my studying. *scowl, mutter, curse* So Mom calls the cable company, who basically doesn't care. They have a monoploy in town, so they don't really give a damn how they treat us. They need three people to call in to have it be reported as an "official outage", and we were only the second. And no, we couldn't call back for the third call. "Just go ask one of your neighbors", says the woman on the phone. Right. At 9:00 on a Sunday I'm supposed to go bother my neighbors because the damned cable company has a stick up its-? Anyway.
They said they could give us an all-day appointment for today, meaning they could show up whenever the hell they wanted to, to "fix our problem". Lady, it's not my problem, first, and second, uh...no.
So, does anyone know who won Survivor?
Okay. I am not going to have hysterics over my Algebra final. I'm not. I studied, I studied really hard, I still have formulas dancing around my brain (and the song my teacher taught us for the quadratic formula is stuck in my head, but right now this is a good thing)... I will be fine.
And then I'll come home, get to relax for most of the day, and then I get to dash out to my eye doctor's appointment. Which will also be fine, or so I really, really desperatly hope.
I'm scared about everything, of course, but I'm going to be okay. It's all going to be fine, one way or another.
And I'm not sure if it's that I really believe this, or that I hope by saying it enough I will be able to make it true. But at this point I've done all I can, and I just have to accept that.
It's all over but the major suffering, now.
I can do this. I can.
I'd also be happy to return it sooner.
Head has been killing me all weekend; I take tylenol or whatever, and it only takes the edge off it for a little while, and then I'm right back where I started again. Except I can't take anything else for a few more hours.
Algebra final is at 7:00; I'm leaving here at 6:30 to be sure I make it on time.
It turns out to be just as well Alias was a rerun last night. The cable crapped out while I was watching the Survivor finale and getting in the last bit of my studying. *scowl, mutter, curse* So Mom calls the cable company, who basically doesn't care. They have a monoploy in town, so they don't really give a damn how they treat us. They need three people to call in to have it be reported as an "official outage", and we were only the second. And no, we couldn't call back for the third call. "Just go ask one of your neighbors", says the woman on the phone. Right. At 9:00 on a Sunday I'm supposed to go bother my neighbors because the damned cable company has a stick up its-? Anyway.
They said they could give us an all-day appointment for today, meaning they could show up whenever the hell they wanted to, to "fix our problem". Lady, it's not my problem, first, and second, uh...no.
So, does anyone know who won Survivor?
Okay. I am not going to have hysterics over my Algebra final. I'm not. I studied, I studied really hard, I still have formulas dancing around my brain (and the song my teacher taught us for the quadratic formula is stuck in my head, but right now this is a good thing)... I will be fine.
And then I'll come home, get to relax for most of the day, and then I get to dash out to my eye doctor's appointment. Which will also be fine, or so I really, really desperatly hope.
I'm scared about everything, of course, but I'm going to be okay. It's all going to be fine, one way or another.
And I'm not sure if it's that I really believe this, or that I hope by saying it enough I will be able to make it true. But at this point I've done all I can, and I just have to accept that.
It's all over but the major suffering, now.
I can do this. I can.
