Okay, I'm officially (semi) settled into my summer abode. I got an ancient monitor from my parents and used to it to make myself a dual-monitor setup. Which ROCKS. I also discovered that thanks to that monitor, my delicate balance of plugs and outlets had been disrupted, and I won't be able to plug in my desk lamp. Which STINKS. The combined stupidity of the makers of power strips and those plugs that are the size of small bricks because they're also AC adapters is just frickin' stunning. One day I'm getting a PowerSquid.
Barring law school or some unexpected lottery winnings, this is my last free summer until retirement. I have so much I want to see and do- basball games and shows to attend, CDs to listen to, movies to watch, books to read. Now I just need to unpack all that superfluous non-computer stuff. Like clothes.
A while ago I lost my Post-It pad, which was minorly frustrating until I forgot about it the way I forget everything I don't write down. Usually on Post-Its. Anyway, I just found the thing on my floor under about 50 pages of old poli sci readings. I just wanted to put that out there as a giant visual metaphor for my life of the past few weeks. A little Post-It pad of things that need to get done, completely buried by schoolwork.
One more exam.
You know, I try to be nice to my mouse, I really do. I never contemplated setting a trap for it, or poison, or just luring our local cat in to kill it. No, I'm nicer than that. I thought, "live and let live." But now that bastard's eaten my cookies, and there's hell to pay.
Of course, it's my own fault for thinking a plastic bag and a high bookshelf would be enough protection. And the reason there are mice in the building is exactly because of stupidity like mine. But dammit, those cookies were home-made by my dad. I was saving them for finals. :(