so i just got back from this grad school course that i'm taking, and oh my God. i wanted to punch myself in the face and then punch my advisor in the face as well. disregard the fact that i haven't even had my *other* grad school course yet, i think this class is going to be the bane of this semester for me. "very challenging" and "heavy reading" are two of the phrases my professor used to describe this course, and we all know how horribly awful i am at keeping up on readings for classes, especially reading assignments that consist of reading 4 different articles/chapters that are in the ballpark of about 50 pages per reading. AAARRRGGHH!!! i think i may be freaking out right now. plus, i can't drop this course unless i pick up another one (which i really don't feel like doing) because if i do drop it, i will only be part-time. the only upside to this situation is that flunking this class will not inhibit me from graduating, which really isn't an upside at all because flunking the class will substantially lower my already lackluster GPA. fuck fuck fuck. i think my head's going to explode, and the first week of classes isn't even over yet. stick a fork in me, i'm done.

well, after a day and a half of worrying sick over losing not only my house key but bob's apt key as well (which costs $50 to replace); after scouring kate's car for them; after searching bob's and my apt for them; after sweeping the sidewalks outside city hall; after calling city hall twice and going there in person to see if my keys were there... i casually unzip the outer pocket of my purse on the way home from city hall this morning and lo and behold, there are my elusive keys, safely tucked away in my freakin purse. why oh why am i such a fucking idiot??

why do i perpetually have the problem of forgetting to zip up my zipper on my pants?? God i'm so embarrassing to myself.....and others :P

so at 8am this morning, i hear some kind of an alarm going off. of course i assume it's my alarm telling me to wake up and tell bob to go home, but he's already left. so what the fuck is this awful, grating, high-pitched noise coming from?? oh yes, of course, the backup batteries to the water pump in our apt. is sounding the alarm. why? i have no fucking clue, nor do i care much because it's 8am and i'm awake. poor kate looks so confused as she sleepily stumbles out of her room to find out what the fuck is making "the most annoying sound in the world." my response to her look of confusion: "i don't know but it's horrible and it makes me want to die." we then proceed to take a look-see and try and fix the problem, to no avail. this story has no point other than to emphasize that this stupid fucking thing woke me up at 8am and it's now 9am, which means i've been awake unneccesarily for a fucking hour now listening to the most annoying sound in the world resonating thru my apt. fucking a.