It is Sunday morning. I am having night sweats every night now, all month long, instead of just for 2 weeks every month! I need to make a doctor’s appointment but don’t ever make the time. Other things that are happening is my lower teeth suddenly got super crooked and now there is a weird jagged edge poking out that cuts my tongue. Not sure how something like that even happens, but it did happen….TO ME. Also while shopping for a present for a friend I instead spend $30 on books just for myself, and then didn’t get the friend anything and went home in a funk. But, one of the books I got for myself is a source book written by a fancy old-man historian of science, and it’s an annotated collection of writings about extraterrestrial life from Aristotle to the 19th century! Also while I was in the bookstore exulting over this unusually badass find, I eavesdropped on two interesting lunatics who were in there as well. They were friends, and looked like maybe they used to do shitloads of hard drugs and ride motorcycles around but don’t anymore, and one of them was loudly monologuing about all the books he’d read. Finally he said “I’ve never read Hunter S. Thompson, have you?” and his friend tried to start telling him about it and this is literally what happened:
“Oh yeah! Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas–”
“Okay, this is a BOOKSTORE. You have to speak QUIETLY. Okay? Can you do that please?”
“Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas–”
“No no no listen to me. You are speaking WAY TOO LOUD. There are PEOPLE in here. This is a BOOKSTORE. People come in here to be QUIET. You need to speak MORE QUIETLY.”
“Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas–”
“Okay, listen, I am RIGHT HERE. I can HEAR YOU. You do not need to YELL.”
“Okay fuck it”
“No! No, I really, really want to hear about it. I haven’t read Hunter S. Thompson! I genuinely want you to tell me about it. I want to learn–I love learning about things I don’t know about. I genuinely can’t wait to hear you tell me about Hunter S. Thompson. You just need to do it quietly. Okay?”
“Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas–”
“You just HAVE to speak more quietly.”
“FUCK YOU”
Please somebody make a TV show about this wonderful friendship that has brought me so much pleasure since I encountered it yesterday. I also bought a vintage postcard depicting an old covered bridge.
Other things that are happening are that it finally stopped snowing long enough for society to continue functioning and now we are trying to cram weeks of backed-up work, classes, and committee meetings into a couple days basically. Whenever you talk to someone in the hall they just go “SNOW DAYS!!” and make a “ughhhh barf” face and then continue running past you to the copy room.
I am on some committees that are taking an extraordinary amount of time, such that now I finally see what professors are always complaining about. Last week I was on campus four days in a row, from 8 in the morning until 9 at night. It was not very nice, especially due to my oft-noted problems with eating while on campus. So many professors and students have slipped on ice and grievously injured themselves that I don’t know how we are going to make it to spring break. I have a kid who tore her shoulder out of the socket and had to go home for surgery and when she comes back she needs to take make-up quizzes where she dictates her answers to me and I write them down. I feel so bad for her. Three different professors in my department have fallen down and gotten horrible concussions; I would love to see the data on this from other departments. The hospitals of the area must be choked with ice victims.
The only person not sick of the snow is Mr. Snoopy, who says “Snow is A-OK by me!” with four thumbs up. He likes to dive into it like a seal; he also likes to eat huge mouthfuls of it. Furthermore, he likes when you throw snowballs at him. In conclusion, he does not give a shit about snow.
I literally wrote “find out what this dress meme thing is” on my to-do list and still haven’t done it. Maybe I never will. It’s a choice.
Well I needed to jump-start my writing fingers today as I have as usual a massive shitload of stuff to do so there you have it. Peace on earth
Please do read about the dress. I think the NY Times piece had the best visualization of what people are seeing.
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/02/28/business/a-simple-question-about-a-dress-and-the-world-weighs-in.html
“Last week I was on campus four days in a row, from 8 in the morning until 9 at night” Well, you know. You have a grown-up proper job now, with a high salary, and this is what that world is like. How long do you think other senior professional people work? Lots more hours in the week than THAT, I promise you.
God, professors whine so much.
fair enough!
I have zero medical training, but feel confident that both the night sweats & moving teeth are hormone related.
Also, I slipped on the ice & chipped my knee.