Dawn's Digression.
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
Poopy.
I'm poopy. Not in a personal way, though. Just that special way that you get poopy when work is getting on your nerves. That's all. I'm actually excited to get out of here today and go to the library to study.
Did I tell you about the stats test? The one last Wednesday where my calculator broke? And then I sat on the first problem for about 15 minutes trying to figure out what I was supposed to do? Yeah, it blew. I was almost in tears. I kept having to remind myself that I'm almost 30 years old, not 6, and crying during a test would be a stupid thing to do. At any rate, I got it back last night, and scored myself a just lovely 83. *sigh* I have another test next week. Maybe I can do better.
I'm feeling very Spring-y this year. I'm really in to Easter, which is bizarre. I bought Harold (the beta) pastel rocks for his bowl. I bought a light green candle for the kitchen table. I made Darcee a little bandana with Easter eggs on it. I usually hate pastels. It's so funny.... I seem so screwed in the head, but in many ways I am SO happy. It doesn't make sense. I think I'm just happy and not used to it. ;) I think the last week or so has been a lot of hormones.
Ally has gimpy eye. We don't know what happened to her, but she winks constantly. Silly Crackwhore. Peanut and Boobies are fine. The mice have gone mad. Eve chews on the bars all the time, and if we hold something up to the bars, she tries to pull it in. She pulled in a paper towel a couple of days ago. I was messing with her and stuck a piece of notebook paper up there. Gone. Her little hands come out and reach, reach, reach. And Maggie. Well, Maggie is just crazy. She jumps. We were cleaning out the cage the other day, and she jumped right out of Mich's hand. Harold has been poopy the last couple of days. He's really fiesty. He keeps flaring up at me. Silly fish. Seems to be a lot of poopy things at my house, hunh? I just checked, and there isn't a full moon!
I'm going to Subway before it gets really REALLY busy.
Did I tell you about the stats test? The one last Wednesday where my calculator broke? And then I sat on the first problem for about 15 minutes trying to figure out what I was supposed to do? Yeah, it blew. I was almost in tears. I kept having to remind myself that I'm almost 30 years old, not 6, and crying during a test would be a stupid thing to do. At any rate, I got it back last night, and scored myself a just lovely 83. *sigh* I have another test next week. Maybe I can do better.
I'm feeling very Spring-y this year. I'm really in to Easter, which is bizarre. I bought Harold (the beta) pastel rocks for his bowl. I bought a light green candle for the kitchen table. I made Darcee a little bandana with Easter eggs on it. I usually hate pastels. It's so funny.... I seem so screwed in the head, but in many ways I am SO happy. It doesn't make sense. I think I'm just happy and not used to it. ;) I think the last week or so has been a lot of hormones.
Ally has gimpy eye. We don't know what happened to her, but she winks constantly. Silly Crackwhore. Peanut and Boobies are fine. The mice have gone mad. Eve chews on the bars all the time, and if we hold something up to the bars, she tries to pull it in. She pulled in a paper towel a couple of days ago. I was messing with her and stuck a piece of notebook paper up there. Gone. Her little hands come out and reach, reach, reach. And Maggie. Well, Maggie is just crazy. She jumps. We were cleaning out the cage the other day, and she jumped right out of Mich's hand. Harold has been poopy the last couple of days. He's really fiesty. He keeps flaring up at me. Silly fish. Seems to be a lot of poopy things at my house, hunh? I just checked, and there isn't a full moon!
I'm going to Subway before it gets really REALLY busy.
Dawn, 11:43 AM
