You ever wake up and just know that it’s going to be one of those days?  It started out pretty simple–I was getting ready for work and my hair wasn’t doing what it was supposed to and my clothes just weren’t feeling right.  I thought right there, Today is going to annoy me.

The train was crowded, as usual, but this time there was a guy right behind me who, I sincerely believe, was intentionally rubbing a certain part of his anatomy against me.  I say it was intentional because it didn’t quite follow the natural swaying of the train, when accidental brushing is most likely to occur.  So the next the time the train swayed I “accidentally” elbowed him in the stomach.  I murmured a half-hearted apology and went back to my book.  The rest of my train ride was brush-free.

Then at work, one of our applications stopped working.  (I’m actually writing this while waiting for IT to get back with me on the app status–though this will be posted in my journal much later.)

And I just found out that Paul has an ear infection and isn’t sure he can make the soccer game tomorrow.  He’s going to the doctor, but it will depend on how he’s feeling.   Of course I was understanding, but honestly, I have to question the boy’s commitment.  I mean, you won’t see me letting something like a little ear infection get in the way of seeing David Beckham.  It’s just an ear–one of the smallest things on your body.  Much smaller than, say, a leg or an arm.  And it’s not like you don’t have another one; a “spare”, if you will.  Sometimes you have to break a few eggs to make an omelet.  Well, to be perfectly honest, you always have to break a few eggs to make an omelet.  Otherwise, you’re just hard-boiling some eggs.  And we want breakfast, damnit, not Easter.

But yeah.  David Beckham.

So it was an exciting morning.  I got on the train at 7:45 – expecting to be at the office by 8:15. At 10:30, I had finally made it in.

A train broke down near my destination, preventing my train and several others from moving forward. We had already been stuck in the tunnel for a little over an hour (frustrating, but tolerable since I was playing tetris on my cell phone) when suddenly the power went out, or, more importantly, the air conditioning. And please keep in mind that this was a packed rush hour train.

I jumped at the chance to get out of the train because how often does this happen? Like, never! Other than all the dirt and rust it was kinda fun. Definitely a respite from the normal daily routine. I’m horrible with distances, so let’s just say we walked for a little while and then came to the next train stuck on the tracks. That operator told us all to turn back and that we’d get in trouble for being out there. Some of the riders in front of me persisted that they were leaving whether she helped or not, so she decided to be helpful and began evacuating her own train.

So I’m a month late.  I’m sure you all know what that means…

I’m super hormonal.  (Relax, that’s all it means.)

God bless my roommate.  He’ll be the first one to tell you that he’s not the easiest person to live with.  And if I’m sick, really tired, or if it’s “that time” then he and I run into problems.  But he was super nice last night.  He came home from work and I said, “I stepped on the cat today and it made me cry.”  And as I’m telling him about it, I start crying again.  He assured me she was fine.  But then I couldn’t stop crying, so I was crying for no good reason.  It was pretty pathetic.  And it’s all because of these damn girlie hormones.  I’m used to them coming around a few days before “that time,” but if I’m late, they don’t politely say, “Ah, running late, is it?  Just pop back later, shall I? Cheerio!”  No.  They stand around and wait.  And they have less patience than I do.

But back to the him being nice part… he made sure I ate dinner and then said, “We should curl up in bed in our pajamas and I’ll read to you.”  I gave him a look that made him say, “You’re thinking, ‘Damn Tim–you’ll make someone a good husband someday.’”  It’s true.  I was.  ‘Cause that pretty perfect right there.

And now I’m off to kick these girlie hormones in the ass with some computer-generated 3-D action!  I’m gonna go see Beowulf.  I figure if nothing else it will be fun to look at.  And the Cloverfield trailer is showing.  Bonus.

UPDATED 11/21 at 3pm to add: I’m not late anymore!!!  Whoo-hoo!  All systems normal.

Last weekend was the longest and most miserable two days of my life. And I’m not exaggerating. If anything, I’m understating. Several people who said they’d help did not and we ended up calling anyone and everyone listed in our cell phones.

Tim and I started this process Saturday at 10:30am, worked until Sunday at 10:30am, slept, continued Sunday at 9pm and finally finished and returned the truck Monday at 3:00am. I am never moving again. Okay, no more complaining–I’m starting to annoy myself. I will say that one really good thing about last weekend was that the mayhem served as a diversion from how incredibly sad I was to be leaving the old apartment.

Now some pictures!

While packing, Tim found his “Jesus wig”. Here’s Tim being Jesus being a hippie.

Here’s Paige in the middle of Happy-Happy-Moving-Day. Her face pretty much sums up how we were all feeling.

Home, Sweet Home.

Marty called me Monday and gave me the latest. Mike-the-Bellman quit. New-Guy-Eric is going to ask for one weekend off a month. He won’t get it. He’s going to quit. Marty is applying for other jobs, one of which looks pretty promising he says, and then he quits. Apparently, I’ve started some sort of revolution. It just goes to show that life without me just isn’t worth it. I’ve been saying this for years; now here’s some physical evidence.

And in amusing news news:
Armless Man Faces Misdemeanor in Head-Butt Death
North Carolina pair feud over leg
Bank Teller Tells Drive-Up Thief Candy is All She’s Got

Clearly I’m not to be trusted with paint. Get me near a gallon of the stuff and it’s like I’m a five-year-old during Arts & Crafts. Tim took one look at me and said, “You might be better off just dumping the whole gallon on yourself and then rolling around against the wall.” I wouldn’t be much messier, at any rate.

I’ve been reading The Magus by John Fowles. It’s slow-going seeing as I only have time to read on the commute to and from work, but I’m really enjoying it. I was looking around a bookstore, trying to see what would grab me when I stumbled across it. The author rewrote and tweaked it for a grand total of 23 years before being satisfied. That takes anal-retentive to a whole new level, my friends. I’m more anal than most, but even that’s a bit much. Surely there comes a point when suicide becomes a preferred option to one more rewrite.

And that’s about it for me. Talked to Holly on the phone for the first time in at least 8 or 9 months. Got some news on her and her family. Stephanie and I have been playing phone tag all this week. Oh, and (for those of you that would remember) I recently found Chris-the-Mormon on MySpace! I don’t have MySpace, and am going to message him through Tim’s account. Hopefully he’ll e-mail me back. It would be great to talk to him again.

Okay, now that’s really it for me.

Teri

“Everything in moderation, including moderation”

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