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Yesterday was a struggle just to stay awake! I don't know why. I did finish my reading assignment for school (the first part of Dostoevsky's Notes from Underground in a really questionable translation that had energy but little understanding of English idiom). But I kept almost falling asleep about every five pages, and I was running a fever. I went to sleep right after I finished, which was around 11PM. I woke up at 6. Had a lot of strange dreams about being stalked by a former relative.

I cooked dinner last night, a big dinner. This is a rare occurrence. We like foods that can just be heated up. But we're out of them and down to staple foods, and when that happens we have a big dinner, usually cooked by yours truly. Last night it was quinoa pasta with Barilla mushroom & garlic sauce (which is so good! my favorite kind!)... and a green bean and mushroom casserole... and fancy cheese on everything (parmesan, romano, and asiago). The only thing missing was garlic bread! There should be money to hit the grocery store either today or tomorrow, which is not a minute too soon. My mom should cook more often, though. She doesn't have a job and isn't going to school. She goes to physical therapy & emotional therapy & that's it. With this fixed monthly income we need to cook from scratch more often & be more careful about what we eat. We have about $200/month for groceries right now.

Now I think I am going to head to school. I'll get all my stuff together and sit in the library or cafeteria, studying. If I hang in the cafeteria I will see katesterbp... and also eat something!... but I need to go to the library at least for a little while. Also, I'll check out the listing of summer courses, although I have no real interest in taking summer school & probably can't even afford to. Maybe something will spark an interest. I would definitely take an Art History pt 1 course if it were offered in the evenings... but it probably won't be.

shamelessly greedy trolling for loot...

So, it has come to my attention that my birthday is in less than a month (due to Amazon sending me an email saying, "hey, your birthday is in a month, shouldn't you update that wishlist?") Really, I don't technically *need* more Stuff, but I like books and information and I like to keep some of my stuff on a revolving basis - IE, I get rid of things and don't mind replacing them. Also, the momster is pretty broke at this time so I know she can't afford to buy me Loads of Presents this year.

at any rate, if anyone is interested in lobbing some birthday cheer in my direction as I turn 26... and it's totally OK if you don't!... the info is located over here:

click here for a small compendium of wish list links

the most current stuff is on amazon and hot topic. i think i will probably also make a sanrio store list this week. mostly from there i just want Sweet Coron and Usahana stuff.

the one where i complain about my bike and say "fuck" a lot.

A while back, when I was living alone but still had a lawn guy (both of which are, alas, no more), I had this lock on the back fence gate. Solely to keep people from having easy access to creeping around the windows of my back room. The lock was a bike lock, one of those with a "chain" made from twisted steel cables (covered in a plastic sleeve) with a heavy 4-number combination lock in the center.

For some reason, and without asking/telling/warning me, my mother took this lock off of the fence and used it to lock my bike, safely in the garage, to a fucking wheelchair that hasn't been fucking used since 198fucking6! but she didn't push the hasp of the lock all the way in. So now it's just frozen in its 3/4 of the way in the combination dial position, and my bike is stuck to a wheelchair. Added to this is that I expected the combination to be used on the gate and not on my bike, so it's some permutation of the house number that was meant to be easy for the lawn guy to remember.

I am considering chaining the momster to the fence with it when we get it open. Fearing this, her idea is to "try to saw it off". My idea is to take a hacksaw to the fucking wheelchair, since the lock is a Kryptonite lock and will not be easily and happily sawn in twain. At any rate, we're going tomorrow to the bike shop where I bought the lock like 18 months or so ago. To try to figure this out. Or someone is buying someone a new bike on someone's credit card. A-fucking-hem.

Truthfully I'm not that angry... well, not since it's been about six hours and I've had time to calm myself. I am trying to find humour in the situation. But it is true that as helpful as my mother is to me... any time something of mine becomes broken, lost, or unusable, it's because she fucked with it.

Oh, so. Today. I went to my class early, yes I did... four hours at school was quite enough for me. I got the new summer schedule and it is a horror. I came home, I had The Bicycle Trauma, I went to the healthfood store and the drugstore and the craft store. I am horrified and ashamed of my craft store exploits, considering that I managed to spend a whole lotta money on embroidery floss (I bought 35 skeins, plus some overpriced metallics; I'm doing this Mirabilia pattern I have sometime this summer, and where it gets you is the cost of the fabric and the cost of the metallics; the beads are pretty cheap, the floss is around $12 total). I also got some jewelry beads and a really cool new rubber stamp which I might take back because... it was expensive. Then another trip to the drugstore because it's close to home and we have a cat litter problem. But that's all solved now.

Everything is solved, except for the fact that my bike is still in bondage to that fucking Everest & Jennings scrapheap wheelchair. Fucking fuck.