Thursday, September 26, 2002
 

I am freezing cold, speaking only slightly hyperbolically, and soaked to the skin (not hyperbolic). My puny umbrella was no match for the gusting wind. Oh, and I HATE SUVs. I think every SUV in the greater area went roaring by me at way over the speed limit, sending up gusts of water in their wake. It's been raining pretty much nonstop since yesterday morning, and it's been fairly hard today. My jeans were soaked 2/3 of the way to my knee (if that seems extreme, recall that that's not a very long distance on my short legs), which was pleasant, especially in the cold classroom for 2 1/2 hours.

Though I should say that it would have been more like two hours and fifteen minutes, were it not for Ms Enthusiasm. Yes, this is the same chick who, last week, basically requested extra reading assignments (he did take her up on that, by the way). We were all looking seriously wiped (probably mainly due to the weather), and at 2:45, he said that if there were no further questions, he'd just let us go. Everyone starts to make those little time-to-go motions (mini-stretches, putting down pens, sitting up straighter, etc), when bigmouth pipes up with "I just have one question . . . " This was followed by, yes, another question. She's going to be, as they say, first against the wall when the revolution comes.

Thursday afternoon is my designated tidy-up-apartment time (read: find a backhoe and clean out the metric tons of debris that have accumulated since the previous Thursday), but I don't have much in the way of energy. Between tiredness and coldness, even my legs ache. Oh, and I managed to leave all my flannel pajama pants at home, so I can't even have that small luxury of changing into them. Plain ol' cotton just isn't the same. Anyway, I don't want to clean but must. My accomplishments so far include removing soaked jeans, changing into said pants, eating a NutriGrain bar, and turning on the stereo (but that was with a remote). If I could only pry my butt off the futon . . .

We're having a first-year excursion tonight to go hear some people play at Sutler's. I'm really not in the mood, between fatigue and the lovely weather, but I don't want to be (unusually) antisocial. So I'll go. Erk.

Oh, look! The rain AND the wind just picked up! Joy.

Elvisette philosophized at 3:55 PM