suntlacrimae

I am beyond ready to begin teaching literature courses. This composition shit is driving me insane.

My furry children are gleefully destroying my apartment, and I am gleefully watching. But, yesterday, little Mina gleefully ripped the hell out of my leg while trying to escape from another one of Lucille's OCD forced bathing experiences. I was not so filled with glee. Also on the not-so-glee-inspiring list is that I can't find two of my students' papers. I suspect that they have been shoved under a heavy piece of furniture. I will check later. The kittens are apparently stockpiling for Armegeddon. When the End is Nigh, they will be appropriately prepared with paper and jingle-balls. I'm sure they know something that I don't know.

I am having Girly Problems from Hell. I will spare my faithful readers the details, as many of you are of the gentleman species. Just know that it is making my life a living nightmare and that, next time you encounter some girly parts a close range, you should give them some extra TLC in recognition of the amazing, fickle entities that they are. If they can make OUR lives hell, just imagine what they can do to yours!