TUESDAY...Better than Monday

ARG.  Nights are never long enough.

 

I hate getting up in the morning more than I hate going to bed at night.  Of course I don't hate it enough to get my ass to bed earlier.

 

How did I do on yesterday's to do list?  Well, let's see....

1. Fill pill caddies Accomplished--though I spilled the contents of one bottle and they rolled EVERYWHERE.  What a disaster. 
2. Line up work for the kids to do at school today  Yup--sucked, but I did it.
3.  Get the mail  HELL no.  I hate getting the mail.
4. Make a grocery list. Okay, I did it, but I lost it already.
5. Correct everything sorted it out but never corrected a thing.  Sigh. 
6. Buy groceries on the way home.  Couldn't--forgot checkbook and wallet at school.
7. PIck up the cat's prescription cat food at the vet on the way home. Could not do so...no checkbook
8. Get the garbage out on the curb for tomorrow morning Yup and the bonus activity of throwing all the food that went nasty out of the refrigerator too
9. Do at least enough laundry for me to have clothes to wear. Washed a load, didn't dry it.  Going to school naked today.  (hehehehehe.  Not really)
10. Put sheets on the bed so I don't have to sleep on the bare mattress again. slept on mattress again.
11. Sweep and scrub the kitchen floor Nope
12. Do the dishes yup

 

Today, I want to:

1. Get groceries
2. Get cat food
3. Get mail (will I really do it tonight????)
4. sweep and scrub the kitchen
5. Do more laundry
6. correct papers
7. Correct the damn papers.

That's enough for today.

Something weird must be going on in my subconscious because for the third night in a row I have had very vivid, disturbing dreams.  Last night I dreamed about greedy ranchers tormenting people.  I was in my dream-child persona again.  I'm so often a child in my dreams.  And always on my own.  The bad guys had my friend (who was a young Michael Burns--how HE got into my dream I do not know) hand cuffed to some pipes on the ceiling in a small room.  They apparently didn't think I was threatening enough to tie because I was roaming around, mostly free.  If I ventured too far, they yelled at me.  I think their nefarious plan was to kill us both, but apparently there was some reason they were keeping us alive.

I found a huge tangle of rope and began untangling it.  I had a weird feeling of triumph when I found that rope--that somehow I was going to use it to save my friend and defeat the bad guys.  There were huge mountains, and when I walked along them, they were all made of a fine black silt, like black sand.  My feet sank in it, and I was leveling it out with my feet.  One of the bad guys yelled at me for messing it up because he said it was "seeded" for the cattle. 

Then this particular bad guy got really mad and started swinging this big hook thing around (one of those things people use to hook and lift hay bales.  Then he went into the room where my friend was and started yelling at him and slamming that hook into the walls near his head.  My friend just grinned an obnoxious grin at him and winked at me.  I knew he was really afraid--but he was being brave for me, and putting on a show of bravado for the bad guy--not giving him the satisfaction of knowing he was scared.

There was more, but it's late and I have to go to school.

When I woke up my heart was hammering so fast, I thought it would explode.

 

 

I Am a GODDESS.....

Minerva Indeed, you are 79% erudite, 58% sensual, 45% martial, and 50% saturnine.

Another virgin Goddess (Diana or Artemis being the other), Minerva was, just like her Greek counterpart Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom and Freedom as well as an all powerful Goddess of War, which made her a most formidable opponent indeed. Among the many disciplines that fell under her control were: writing, the sciences, architecture, embroidery, and just about anything else dealing with artistic skills, wise counsel, and of course battle and warfare. Like Athena, owls were considered sacred to Minerva, representing wisdom. She was a very wise warrior, respected by the Roman legions. She was also, no kidding, the Goddess of Women's Rights and patroness of career women.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 99% on erudite You scored higher than 99% on sensual You scored higher than 99% on martial You scored higher than 99% on saturnine

Link: The Mythological Goddess Test written by Nitsuki on Ok Cupid

Closing in on 10 pm--

ARG.  Once again, I have been tired all day, but now that it is time to go to bed--do I want to go? 

Hell, no!  Sigh

I have spent the evening (all of it, in fact, except for the 10 to 15 minutes I spent in the bath tub) inputting data into the IBDoF.  Before I left school I put many, many Kathryn Lasky books into the database.  I had hoped to get her done as I have been working on her for a long time.  So far, I have 43 books by her in the system...but I am not close to done yet.  My God, that woman is prolific!  I can't even finish ONE novel....what's wrong with me?!?

Anyhow, I left school at about 5:00.  It was too late to get cat food at the vet, and I was too tired to get groceries, so I went through the drive through at McDonalds and got a McSalad with McGrilled Chicken on it.  The mentally deficient morons at the DT didn't put any salad dressing in the bag--and they gave me a plastic SPOON instead of a fork.  Sigh.  What was it Joe Peschi said in Lethal Weapon?   Oh, yes!  "They F*CK you at the Drive Through!"

You are so right, Joe!  Yes, they do!

And did I get my mail, you wonder?  Hell, no!  I hate getting my mail!  All it ever is is bills and bills and more bills.

Anyhow, once I got home, I finished putting in all of Nancy Kress's books.  I had added all the missing information to the books already in the system.  Really there wasn't much there besides the title and the author number.  So I added blurbs, publication dates, publishers, genres, ISBN numbers, and whatever else was missing.  Then I put in all of Anna Quindlen's books.  I had input her and Blessings at school because Cari M was going to review the book.  I figured as long as I had her started, I might as well finish her off.  We need a genre for essays bad, though.  I'll have to whine about that a little.  Maybe Kiltie already put it in and I just have not noticed.  It is possible.

I have to start minding my p's and q's in here, since GreaboGirl is now a reader of my LiveJournal.  I have to keep it PG13.  hehehehe

GG, go to bed!  It's late! 

(She's in England somewhere.)

A bright, clever, and witty little girl.  Though she will be very insulted, no doubt, that I have referred to her as a "little girl."

And the niece of Kvetch--whose heart I break every day that I do not add something to my novel.  I'm sooooo sorry, Kvetch!  I am currently in a lather to get ahead of Brad in the data entry contrib stats.  I just HAVE to get ahead of him!  heheheheh

I LOVE Brad.  I really, really do.  Even if he is a dirty old Republican (GWB *hawk-spit*) and a dirty old man and an awful PUNSTER as well.  heheheh

But, I also LOVE to beat him at something--anything.   Probably because he is so darn smart and clever that he is HARD to beat at anything.  Thus it is a thrill when one actually DOES beat him!

heheheh

Poor Brad.  Abused by all--yet, I suspect he loves it.

Two minutes past ten.  Time for me to sign off and go to sleep.  ARG.  I hate sleeping.