grumble, grumble

it is about eleventy-million degrees in here. It's in the nineties outside (that is SO WRONG. So wrong on so many levels. It should not be in the nineties ANYWHERE in October). It hasn't rained in, like, a month and a half. And even then, it was ONE day that it rained, and it rained really hard for like an hour, and it didn't do any good. I hate this weather. hate hate hate.

someone is building something out in the hall. They've been drilling and now they are hammering. It irritates us, yessss it does.

my evening class is going to be hell on wheels. Remember last week how I said that was going to be the hardest topic? Wrong, wrongity wrong wrong. This week is the hardest topic. I had repressed the memory of it until now.

It's going to be eleventy million and FIVE degrees in the room where I teach. I will probably lose about five pounds just through sweating tonight. That is, if I don't pass out on the floor and require my colleague to give me mouth-to-mouth. (Katie: this is the colleague I've talked about)

I'm bordering on having a headache.

The only thing that remotely appeals to me for dinner involves making tortillas, which is a half-hour's extra time commitment. I get home at 7 pm. Maybe I'll make a big milkshake instead. Or go to Taco Mayo and get something that tastes good but is loaded with cholesterol.

Even though I have mid-fall break this week, I am in a bad mood right now.

Oh - and the people who went to Rhinebeck and are all fiberhappy now? this is how I feel. (rudeness alert, and apologies to La Receptionista) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know - Thursday and Friday are off for me, and I'm going on a yarn store pilgrimage. But right now? Thursday feels about as far away as Christmas.)