Need to withdraw

In one of those moods where I feel monumentally sorry for myself, like I don't matter, like my role in life is to be a whipping boy/complaining post. I'm getting jealous of compliments others are getting and that's a bad sign.

I need to shut down my access to Twitter, Ravelry, &c., and just grade these darn papers.

And maybe find a room that's cooler than 30 degrees C to hang out in.

Also, I might just have wrenched my back a little trying to pick up the trashcan from its awkward fallen position. At any rate, my lower back on the left side is hurting. (It definitely feels muscular, so I know it's not a kidney stone or anything like that)

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And I have to list everything that happened. If it were in a movie starring whatever the female equivalent of Jack Lemmon is, it would be painfully funny (Painful, but still funny) to watch:

1. Dealt with rude city employee who refused to believe (over the phone) I was not a deadbeat
2. Went down there, got "put on hold" several times (They can put people on hold when they're standing right in an office, did you know that?)
3. Drove back to campus past my house, retrieved garbage can, pulled muscle in my back doing so
4. Had student e-mail me an "attached" paper that wasn't, had to try to track them down
5. While eating lunch, upset jar of yogurt off desk. Got yogurt on shoes, purse, textbook, shawl I had draped over purse, invigilating-knitting in knitting bag. Managed to brush most of it off invigilating knitting (but still, I will have to finish this soon and wet-block it using wool wash to get any smell out). Rinsed off shawl.
6. Had computer issues while students were trying to present research
7. Got home with student papers to grade, realized AFTER changing into pajamas I had left half of them in my office.
8. In my haste to get over there, left purse at home, so I couldn't fill up car like I planned and also was very worried a cop would stop me. (I said to myself: "You wouldn't even know who to call with your only phone call. You wouldn't think of anyone who could actually help.")
9. Got back home, realized I am STILL missing one paper. Am now assuming it wasn't turned in because I don't remember seeing it when I did a first-pass through the stack over at work.

That's QUITE enough, I think. Quite enough for one week.

Oh, wait: colleague found me in my office this afternoon, said, "My grad student was supposed to come and ask you about serving on his committee, but he forgot, he wants to defend by the end of this month, would you still have time to read his thesis?" ("Maybe I'll rent SIX horror movies...")

(Seriously: how do you "forget" to put your committee together? HOW?!?! It wasn't that long ago I was a grad student.)

I said yes, on the condition I got my grading done, my finals written, and still had time to look at it. He advised me "Don't pull an all-nighter to read it or anything" but I am a bit put out because my Friday-to-do-what-I-want is now probably my Friday-to-read-this-dude's-thesis. (I'd like to just let the guy hang through until August in return for his dilatoriness about coming to ask me to be on his committee, but apparently it doesn't work that way.)

Slack-cutting is something that is not equally distributed in this universe, I think. 

Oh, forget it. Here's something totally different.

I present to you: "And I shall call him 'Swiffer'":