Long Day

So I just feel like writing random things.

I just finished a Bud. It was nice. It saved me from being mauled further by the food-seeking-cat. I love that cat. I love my food too. I love the cool Bud perspiring water droplets that helped me keep my beloved food from my beloved cat. Yay.

My dog barfed this morning. After a night of general sleeplessness (I seemed to have had an fairly poor night riddled with interrupted sleep) I woke up at 6.47 a.m. to the sounds of retching. My poor Koko was puking. Again. So...being the responsible mama (ugh) that I am, I woke up to wipe up the puke, wipe down the dog, wash the cone, pat the dog on the back and massaged its throat and attempted to go to sleep. Roughly an hour later, the other dog made a lot of barking noises. The one that's not quite 'I desperately need to go' and not quite 'Something's wrong'. After ten minutes of listening, I dragged my tired ass off the bed and changed. found out dog was barking at the dude who came to bring the Jeep to the government office to be re-registered (cause the registration and renewed road tax went missing, don'tcha know and I need those to be reissued). I had gotten up for nothing. So, fed small dog, sat down and computer and read. Took a bath, ate cold fries and got ready for school.

At school, the first lesson was Human Communication. not only is that class full of freshies, it's full of idiots. Now, I'm not arrogant enough to think of myself as an intelligent individual, but when I'm literally surrounded by idiocy, you know just how bad the situation is. Add in a new and relatively clueless lecturer who insists on bringing me back to my high school days by doing the senile-high-school-English-teacher routine without the senileness (yet anyway) and you've got a recipe for Mental Meltdown. I swear, I felt as though the plasticity of my brain was in serious jeopardy because it was being starched stiff with stupidity. I walked out of that class in a daze. Given I did the same for my Philosophy class two semesters back as well. The difference? In Philosophy, I walked out dazed because I had reached saturation point and beyond with all the new info oozing from my ears; in Human Comm I walked out feeling like my IQ score had dropped at least twenty points. Apparently, stupidity is contagious.

The second class of the day was Research Methods. There were idiots there as well. Lord help me, I think I might be cursed. On top of all that, the idiots decided to sit behind me. With the most obnoxious, chauvinistic, insensitive, loudmouthed, idiotic joker sitting right behind me. Granted, he was a great source of amusement when he asked the teacher a particularly stupid question that she had already clarified at the beginning of class and had listed down in the handouts. I did try to keep a straight face. I swear I did.

At the end of all this, I'm just tired. I had to re-bathe the dog who stunk. I had to blow dry her too. And found some new minor injuries on her. I just want to crash.

Maybe I need more than a Bud because it's not working on me at all.

Break out the hard liquor!