Just when I was telling myself, “my, but it’s been a while since my last post, but alas, I have nothing to say,” Fate intervened. Rather, klutziness intervened, and I tell my tale for your amazement and amusement.

I am not the most graceful of human beings. However, I have never thought of myself as being *terribly* uncoordinated. I can walk and chew gum at the same time. In fact, I can even pat my head and rub my tummy at the same time–surely a sign that I am not hopelessly without motor skills. But I am rather careless, and as a result, I tend to knock things over on occasion. Most frequently, I knock over glasses of water. I used to actually do that fairly regularly, although perhaps I became a bit better about it after the time I spilled a glass of water onto my laptop (and then may have accidentally left that detail out of my story when I subsequently had to take the laptop in for repairs).

Even with my history of spilling liquids in undesireable and unexpected places, I think I really topped myself this evening. It began quite innocently enough. I was reaching for the glass of water, so that I might drink said water and wash down my daily vitamin (yes mom, I’m finally taking vitamins!) Somehow, something went terribly awry in the lifting-the-water-glass process and I flung water out of the glass and all over the kitchen table. Sadly, nothing new in that. In the process, however, I managed to spill the water on the nearby salt shaker. I then watched in horror as little air bubbles started seeping out of the orifices of the shaker, thus indicating that the water was, in fact, descending into the shaker and thus unhelpfully moistening the salt within. Tell me dear readers, do you know anyone else who has ever spilled water *into* the salt shaker? Do you?!

Sigh. I guess this is just another tale that deserves to be filed under food follies with R. Batty.

I knew there was a reason why I couldn’t sleep with earplugs. When I was woken up three times yesterday morning from various ambient noises, I decided that it was time to go to the drugstore and get some earplugs so that I could peacefully sleep in on weekends. So I purchased said earplugs and kept them by my bed so that I could put them in should I once again be awoken by random neighborhood noises this morning. Not surprisingly, I did wake up when my upstairs neighbor started stomping all over the place for some reason, but instead of being angry, I just put in some earplugs, rollled over and went back to sleep for a few hours. When I did finally wake up, feeling smug and well rested, I trotted on down to the bathroom to chase away the morning breath. After rinsing away of the morning fuzzies, I opened the bathroom door to leave only to find one big fat sneaky rat dashing in past me! I had forgotten that there had always been a reason why I never used earplugs–I need to hear when Alejandro succeeds at his many attempted jailbreaks. Even though I use twist ties on his cage for extra security, the clever little brute still manages to force the door open from time to time and then runs willy nilly all around my bedroom. And apparently now, when he escapes and I fail to notice, he follows me around until I find him! Alas, I guess sweet, sweet sleep with continue to evade me. Ah, the burdens of rattie parenthood.

EDIT: Exclusive video footage of a rattie at play is now available!

Today, I have reached new heights of fame and dorkdom. I am a millionaire… on neopets.

Yeah, yeah. I’m getting back to work now. :-P

I can’t believe another school year is beginning. I know, I shouldn’t complain–we start later than any school in its right mind ought to start, and technically, I don’t have to take any more classes. And yet, both those facts seem to compound for me the sensation of completely and total sickness I feel when I think of how little I’ve done this summer, and how much I still have to get done with no one pushing me but myself. Why I ever thought I should be in a self-paced line of work is completely beyond me. Nevertheless, here I am and there isn’t much I can do about it. So wish me luck kids! I’m droppping in on a class tomorrow that I might audit, not especially because I want to, but because it seems like it will be good for me. And maybe, just maybe I’ll get some of my summer reading done before I go to campus. Alternatively, I could just watch Star Trek reruns and anime….

In other news, here’s wishing good health to Elwood and kyliemac. One’s a sick kitty with fatty liver, the other’s an expat undergoing a second surgery for a necrotic spider bite. Eep! Get better guys!!

Spiders and studying stand no chance against me!

Perhaps this entire post was merely an excuse for a gratuitous FMA reference… >;->

I’m leaving town tomorrow (technically today given the time) for a wedding, and frankly, I wish I weren’t. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not so horribly misanthropic that I can’t stand to see my friends be happy or anything like that. In truth, I would normally be looking forward to this–to seeing friends that I’ve hardly seen at all over the past few years. But nooooo, right now I’m sick and I just want to crawl into bed and sleep for the next three days. It doesn’t help that even though I didn’t think I was supposed to be doing much of anything except studying this term, I still feel like I’ve spent this week running around like a chicken with my head cut off. And even though the TSA will now let me wear my gel-filled bra onto the plane and bring 3 ozs of KY jelly, aerosol hair styling spray, and toy transformer robots in my carry-on, I still just can’t get excited about this trip.
:-(