.- quantum uncertainty -.

So, my grandmother has been having phone issues for the last couple of weeks. Occasionally, she has no signal and everyone else gets a busy signal. The last time this happened, it went on for a day and a half, and I had to go upstairs and knock on her door, fearing the worst, since we didn't know there was a weird line issue. She was fine. :) Today, my mom calls me to tell me that I need to go knock on her door again.

So I do, but she loses a signal again, later, and asks me to call Bell on her behalf. I do, I schedule an appointment for tomorrow and they tell me that if it's outside of the apartment building, it's no charge, but that it's $80 if it's inside. :P So you can pay $6/month for insurance against this... so I said I'd call back, explained it to my grandmother, and she's like, yes, do the $6 thing. Again, I'll call them and now (and only now) they demand proof that I'm her granddaughter. So the lady puts me on hold, calls up my grandmother, verifies me, etc, and we get the $6 a month insurance.

Now, during the afternoon, my computer sort of died. In that, it worked... but I wasn't getting power. I figured it was the warm weather or something, so I shut it all down and played Super Mario brothers, of all things. Come back an hour later to a cool computer and power adapter... and get nothing.

Eventually, I call up Future Shop and explain the situation and they tell me to bring it in for a quick test to see which part of the computer isn't working -- the laptop or the adapter.

Haul ass down to the store, fervently praying the whole time that it's the adapter... and then it is. WHEW. So I bought a universal adapter and my computer is a happy camper once again.

Throughout this, I've been emailing with a woman whom I vaguely know from six years ago (we were potentially going to be co-workers in what we discovered was a very sketchy operation) and work with now, about work stuff and how we knew each other.

Reading it over, it doesn't sound like much. But it felt like a lot! Lots of ups and downs and concerns. This is probably why I feel exhausted. That, or the fact that it feels like 31 degrees Celsius outside.

I think I've had five or six hours of sleep in the last 48 hours. I'm getting twitchy and I keep thinking I'm seeing things out of the corners of my eyes.

I can't wait to have this sucker done and handed in. Mmmmmm. Sleeeeep.

Here is a mini update before I go off to dinner at my parents' house.

a) There is entirely too much TV in the world that I want to watch and I think I have finally hit the point where I KNOW it's too much to keep track of or keep up with. Eesh. I haven't even had the desire to watch anything but Alias and Lost these days, and that sort of makes me sad, especially because I'm not really busy or anything. I've lost interest in Desperate Housewives and I wish I could keep track of The West Wing, but... I'm so burnt out that the fact these shows are on and I'm not remembering to watch them stresses me out.

b) I am still very tired these days. Decompression is a bitch and a half. I wish desperately that I could sleep for more than 6 hours in a row, but my body always thinks it's just napping.

c) It's getting very warm here, and, as such, my head is aching pretty much every day. Thank you, sinuses, for loving me so. :P

d) I finally sent my iPod away to get it fixed and/or replaced. This makes me happy.

e) This week, I'll be calling the place I worked last year to try to get a job again and try to figure out what, exactly, I can do to swing going to Italy for two weeks, with regards to my work schedule.

f) There is no f.

g) Ten points to whoever can be the first to explain why I skipped f and what fandom I lifted that from.

h) That is all.

Woke up just before 10 after falling asleep around five.

I don't know why I have so much trouble going to bed at a reasonable hour. Needing to wake up at 10am to make an 11:45am class also sucks. I grab the bus at 11:07, assuming I don't miss it (because the bastards have been coming anywhere from 4-7 minutes early lately) and get to class by 11:40 or so. I wake up so early because I am brain dead if I haven't been up for at least 30-45 minutes, and it takes me that long to wake up sufficiently to be able to, you know, get dressed and remember all my books, etc, and if I want to have breakfast (which I rarely do), well, there goes the whole hour.

At least it's a somewhat short day. I have Anthro at 11:45 and Italian at 2:45 and if I make the 4:09 bus, I'll be home by 4:30.

I have no idea how I managed to get to an 8:45am class twice a week back in January-April of 2004. I really don't. I missed Anthro on both Tuesday and Thursday of last week -- Tuesday, because of the election the day before, Thursday due to panic about my Italian test (which I'm getting back today. Cross your fingers!)... It IS the earliest class I've had in a long time, but still. It basically starts at noon. I should be able to make that. It is not unreasonable.

I don't know why I'm babbling about any of this stuff. Guess it helps to wake up the brain a bit.

Ugh. Five hours of sleep sucks, but I have this feeling I was having very nice dreams before my alarm went off. Hm. I shall now spend the rest of the day wondering what the hell those dreams were.

Mornings suck.

That is all.

While I adore my profs this semester, the penalty for taking the profs I love this semester entails being awake at 11:30am on my "sleep-in" day and 10am on my "early" days.

The bonus is, of course, that I have Wednesdays and Fridays off. And that I love my profs.

I must now drag mine ass down to school and sit through nearly three hours of Kant, Foucault and Habermas. None of which I've actually read at this point. Hopefully, the lecture will entice me to do the readings.

Randomly, I'm 28 years, 7 months and 9 days old. Can I please stop getting zits? Thank you.

After not nearly enough sleep (and an odd dream about work, CB, JB, my high school, and both my ex-girlfriends), I woke up at about 11:30.

I should so be rushing around to get dressed right now, but I've decided to take a cab to school today. It's snowing, it's chilly, and I am still exhausted, because I barely slept up north, due in large part to dog hair on my bed.

Anyways, the bottom line is, I'm tired.

Also, sore. My muscles aren't sore, for which I am eternally grateful, but HOLY CRAP, my ankles are! Honestly, there's like a couple of inches on each ankle (high part of the ankle) that ache a lot and downright HURT when I press on them. Stupid skiboots. Skiing was amazing, though. Nice dry snow, fast conditions. Didn't do anything crazy, like moguls or an expert slope, despite being sorely tempted. I figured there's always next week or the week after for that, whereas if I attempted something insane this week, I might not HAVE a rest of the season in which to do such things, when I'm adequately warmed up.

In other news, tonight marks the return of L Word Night with JB. I am quite looking forward to this.

She and I just had a half-hour long chat (this was part of the reason I've elected to take a cab) and that was nice. Good way to wake up in the morning, really. :) We discussed Chinese astrology, and, even though I knew this already, she was amused to discover that she and I are very compatible signs. Hee.

Anyways, my computer is acting up and I need to get dressed and go to school, now.

Wow. I am so boring... Apologies for inflicting my boringness on you all.

Paper done. Handed in. 'bout 4 pages too short.

Wrote to teacher. Said I had trouble putting it together in the time allotted and I'd handed in what I'd written, but that if he'd be willing to let me work on it some more and expand on some points to bring it up to an acceptable length, that would be nifty, and to let me know, but that regardless, I hope he has a good break and that he and his loved ones are having a happy holiday season.

Basically, it's worth a shot. At this point, I'd be equally pissed and happy to get either answer from him.

Tired. Sleep soon.

How is it nearly six in the morning?

I've done my Italian homework, and have nearly finished my English homework, but I loathe what I've written for English.

We had to write a prose poem.

"The only requirement is that you write it in prose, using mostly simple sentences, putting the stress on objects that signify where this is taking place. Objects to SIGNIFY in the living room, for instance, not "in the living room"."

I think mine sucks. So I'm not printing it yet. Maybe I'll be wickedly inspired when I wake up in 7 hours.

One can hope, anyways.

When working at 2pm the next day, go to bed early, dammit. I didn't fall asleep 'till nearly 4:45.

I am still very tired and not looking forward to my SEVEN HOUR SHIFT. <whimper>

Must go get dressed.

(But... JB is coming home today! :D)