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Thursday, August 18, 2011

fuck me.

So I get to go rushing off to AK to 'save' the fishing site again. Basically I was told by my mother that this was what I was going to do.

When I mentioned that I had planned to write during this time, she said "Oh, well, you can write up there." Ha. Ha. When I mentioned that I had only spent 4-5 days in my studio this month, she said "Oh, well maybe you should give up your studio." When I mentioned that I had a friend who was supposed to visit next week, she said "Well, you can go visit during Thanksgiving or something." When I mentioned I have a dog who needs exercise, she said, "Oh, I guess I'll walk him around the lake a couple of times." When I mentioned I had a garden with tons of things that will need canning and preserving (or cooking), she said "Oh well."

Oh well.

I'll be coming home just in time to start teaching the same old composition classes + the extra one I took on to put me at an overload.

I might as well throw my fucking computer into the trash, set my garden on fire, give away my dog, and lobotomize myself.
I gave myself one day of extreme bitchiness (poor NM who happened to be here). Now I'm just plotting to come home and immediately book a ticket to Costa Rica for Xmas break.
I have days like that too! But I don't have a garden to set on fire or a dog that lives with me...
I could do the lobotomy with my pointy scissors though...
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