I picked two huge bouquets of flowers last night and put them in my room. they look very nice. However, I was awakened at 5 this morning, not by my alarm clock, telling me it was time for my walk, but by a huge fly. We get a lot of flies in my house because we leave the back door open in the summer. They filter through the house and inevitably end up slamming themselves against my windows at the opposite end from their point of entry. This fly was one of those huge black ones, nearly the size of a bee. It was buzzing around my flowers, so at first that's what I thought it was. But I guess pollen and flies don't go together very well, or, perhaps, they go together too well, because this fly was BUZZED. WIRED, even. Its flight pattern was erratic and high speed, and it never landed for more than a second, so I couldn't kill it. I eventually opened my bedroom door and it freaked out and left.
Then I went back to bed. So much for the walk today.
My new computer, by the way, is beautiful, but my old router, unfortunately, is shitty, so I can do everything but access the internet, which kind of sucks. But that's fixable. My brother is going to split with me on the cost of a new one. And I'm seriously impressed with this Microsoft Office for Mac that I paid $300 for. I got the Student and Teacher version, which actually has MORE features than the professional version (at least, more features that I actually use), and I'm excited to get started on my thesis with this baby.
But thinking of the thesis makes me worried. Because yes, there has been no word. I'm going to send another fax every two weeks until the end of the summer, and then Karen and Brian and I are going to instigate a new plan of attack - once we figure out what that is. I'm not giving up on this. I've worked too hard and too long on it to throw it away for some crappy library research credit. Yah Boo Sucks to your ass-mar, baby.
I'm actually more worried about August than September. August is when I tell my boss that I'm quitting, and I brace myself for the fallout of that. And then? Unemployment. A loan from the bank. Freedom?
I worry, though, that once I quit my job, I'll have no focus for all my anger and I'll discover that it's actually a whole bunch of other things that make me feel the way I do, and that won't be helpful at all. I'll be at a loss as to protocol and I'll founder.
Posted by Ally at June 13, 2006 09:23 AM