Dear World, Don't Push It, Love, Me.

I'm tired, I'm stressed, I loath this time of year. I still sort of have to start writing the paper that's due on the 2nd, I slept on my shoulder funny and now it hurts, it's around freezing outside and I have to go to class before the sun's up all the way. I was supposed to analyze the Furies in "The Eumenedies" for myths class, and I haven't read the damn thing yet. I also seem to have pulled a muscle in my arm- different side than the shoulder, thanks so much. Share the pain. Ow.

And I really, really wish that random idiots such as Christmas shoppers and freshmen would rent a clue, because I 1.) am, like most college students right now, stressing over my term paper, which for this class basically is my final, 2.) stressing over house hunting, 3.) stressing over the holiday season in general, and 4.) last but not least, living with my nose in books on Celtic myths and/or paganism for my research paper, which I would remind people is all about The Morrigan. Not a goddess I normally channel a lot, but lately I've been kinda tempted. Last weekend at the mall, for one...

I guess I'm just having one of those weeks- months?- when people should not push me. Not that they'd read it, but I need a sign, or a t-shirt or something (well, maybe a sweatshirt, as it's kind of cold out there.) "Stressed-out college student with Irish blood and temper, writing about war/death/etc goddess- approach with caution."

And I pity the fool who tries to cut in line when I go for my morning coffee. Just- don't do it, dude.

Two days. The paper will be done, and I'll be human again, I hope. Just in time for the last couple weeks of class, and finals- which I think for me means an actual written quiz, for a change, as the prof doesn't believe in multiple choice tests, but is required to give us at least one.

And then I'm free. All I have to do is survive till then. Meantime, LJ updates are probably going to be sporadic and snarky. Or very, very random.

Sigh. Time for nose to meet grindstone, again- I'm off.

You have one new message...

Mom and I went out to look at a condo tonight. It was... well, it needs some work, we sort of liked it, but we both also kind of have this gut "no" reaction...

Anyway. We come home, and there's a message on the answering machine. I figured it was Grandma.

No, it was someone I don't know, named Diane, or possibly Diana- it was a bit hard to tell, because, well... Diane/Diana was, as Mom said, "obviously feeling no pain."

The message was, more or less, this. "They left me all alone, in a room in the ER. *Said in a sing-song voice* So, I guess... call the ER, and ask... for Diane's room. Okay, 'bye."

I was like "WTF?"

And then I couldn't stop laughing.