Problems with liquids.

All week I’ve been having issues with liquids; from the small ones (i.e., spilling drinks two or three times a day) to the big one (i.e., the car accident). It’s starting to wear on my nerves. Worse yet, since I had a nasty nightmare last night that I put the rental car into a river.

It does have me thinking more than a little about the idea of karma and Murphy’s law and what goes around comes around. The more bad things happen to me, the more I’m inclined to believe in karma, as strange as it sounds.

In other news, I probably will only be on a little this week. I have lots of errands to do in the beginning of the week — contract delivery — and the conference from Thursday through Sunday. Then the fun of figuring out what to do with my car.

I also finished this great book today: Territory by Emma Bull. It’s a retelling of Tombstone with magic. Pretty cool. I’d recommend it to people who like alternate histories.

Typing numbers on a laptop really sucks.

In a moment of utter and blissful geekitude, I spent the last, oh, five hours playing with random variables in the General Social Survey (GSS) 2006 data to see what weird and random things I could find out. Now I have to stop because my shoulders hurt from the oddly stooped position I’ve been sitting in, the cat wants attention, and I think I want to spend some time baking. And possibly some time cleaning. And relaxing. I’m ahead on work. For now. I suppose if I really wanted to be ahead I could get started on my crim lit review. Or work ahead into some ANOVA stuff for stats, since my brain was apparently eaten by the Correlation Monster.

Or I could actually write that post about games that’s been in my brain for ages. But I probably won’t. I’m lazy. I’ll write it up tomorrow while I’m waiting between class and appointments.

In other news, I apparently got a tuition scholarship. Heh.

…I could read an actual book. Of fiction. Must resist urge to go to bookstore. Must. Resist.

Uwe Boll’s Five Steps To Being A Wanker

Uwe Boll FTW!

So, celebrity deathmatch: Uwe Boll vs. Anne Rice; who wins?

And now I go in for my second day of work with a nasty head cold.

Dentistry and Writing-ry

I had a dentist appointment this morning. I had to get crowns on some of my teeth. Luckily the numb has worn off. But now I have to deal with the fact that I feel like I have this weird plastic-tasting bubble gum-peanut butter amalgam stuck to my teeth. For the next month. Until the permanent crown comes in. Plus the soreness that’s going to last a couple of days thanks to the shots themselves. Do any of you have crowns? How long did it take you to get used to the feeling? Or did you have problems at all?

I heard, hallelujah, from the office with the grad assistantship I really really really want today. Of course, I went to bed about an hour before they called at 3pm, so they left a message. But it sounded encouraging. I plan on calling her back first thing tomorrow morning. Cross your fingers for me. I really need one. Either that or a job that pays about $15/hour.

This is also my last night of work. That’s uncomfortably scary right now. Oh well.

Maybe sometime next week, after I’ve settled in some, I’ll write about my ambivalence to the final Harry Potter. I feel about it the same way I feel about Lois McMaster Bujold’s fantasy novels. Intellectually I know they’re good and fun reads. But there’s very little emotional connection to a lot of the characters because there’s elements of the plot that make me go ‘whoa, hold on here, say what?’ (With Bujold, a lot of it had to do with the ‘every good character falls in love’ aspect, which was off-putting. And a little troubling, as if all these damaged characters needed to heal was love. *cringe*)

Oh, if anyone wants to be in on the filtered entry with my new address and phone number, let me know now.

Okay, now. To attempt to eat some cottage cheese and wish I actually didn’t have to work tonight because I’ve gotten about six hours of sleep and that’s going to hurt tomorrow when I try and stay up to at least 8 or 9pm, to start getting back on a regular schedule of sleeping at night.

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So, like everyone else in the known universe, I read HP7 last night. You ever have food that you like to eat because it tastes great but leaves a bad taste in your mouth after (probably gives you bad breath too)? That’s what this book was like to me.

I am about 65% packed now. This terrifies me. Not because it won’t get done but, rather, because it will get done and omg I am moving in about five days. My last night of work is tomorrow night.