Sigh.

I signed up for the 3 free days of Match.com on a whim and then lost track of time.   I logged on today, which I thought was day three to cancel.  In reality, it's day five. F.  Boo.  I'm guessing this is going to be a waste of $35.  But maybe its the window I've been waiting to open.  

Grr.

Crunch time pt 1

More whining...
3 exams next week, 2 the following and my yet to be written Pre-Kim document due in two weeks followed by the presentation 1 week later. My days are a series of panic attacks and crying fits.

This weeks craft challenge was "taxman" or "taxday" or something similar. After a zillion ideas, I ended up dolling up an old coin purse I found shoved in my desk drawer at work with a a few patches I found on clearance at walmart and some coins from my wordly travels.

I'm posting from the phone and can't directly post pics... Here's a link to the before and afters
http://m.flickr.com/#/photos/riotkitte/

Thanks mom.

I'm not spending most of my day watching a set of Eagles co-parent on a 24/7 live stream nest cam from a reserve in Iowa.   Is this better or worse than when I had the panda-cam obsession? hrm.
Eagle watching

bitch n' moan.

Whaaaaa.  I've been MIA, because I've been trapped under a pile of doom.    My prelim is in 3 weeks and I can't bring myself to write more than about 3 lines a day, which means there is no way in hell it will be done before I'm seventy.    My dietetics classes are making me want to stab someone in the eye with my paring knife. Seriously, if I've gotten to 33 without ever having to make a popover or take calculus, I probably will never need those skills.  Really.  And I most definitely will not need those skills in what ever job I happen to get.  I fucking hate math and I fucking hate baking. I will not be looking for a job in either of those fields.   In addition, at one of the shittiest points in my life to date,  the boy-who-would-rather-not-be-mentioned has decided that since he is moving on to bigger and better things in California, he will no longer be needing me around.  Should I be surprised?   Did I not know what dating an emotionally immature transitional 26-year old would entail?  Especially one who has made it clear all along that I was 1) not the right social class 2) not the right religion 3) not the right age and 4) not smart enough for him.      Good luck on finding someone cuter, smarter AND most importantly tolerant of your emotional instability and mommy issues.

Side note:  Item 31 on my life to do list is to "end a relationship with grace"    Guess I'm not checking that one off today.

In addition, I have not been able to find time or energy to run or work out.   And my apartment has succumbed to squabbit dust and hay.    If someone walked into today, they would assume I was squatting.

SCREAM.

Where is the light at the end of my tunnel?  Where???  Light.  That reminds me.  There is an obnoxious fiber optic light that appeared on my night stand a couple of nights ago.  An obnoxious fiber optic light that is practically begging to be thrown out the window and/or run over by my car.....

 grace,  Ms. Riotkitte,   grace.  *sigh*