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The Mood Strikes
... and I can't say it is really one of high spirits and incessant good will. I am looking at myself (though I can hardly bear to-- I wish my hair would just hurry up and grow back so I can do something with it) and wondering how it was that I managed to get everything done last year, because this year, I'm feeling not unlike the way I did as an undergraduate facing a week of unstudied-for exams.
- Do I have a moving date? No.
- Have I completed holiday shopping? No.
- Have I dealt with the: Change of address/phone number/electric bill/other important stuff? Nope. (Though a moving date would probably help that.)
- Have I caught up on work? (Oh, that's hilarious.)
So what have I been doing with my time? I wish I could tell you. The mists of time are hanging super thick these days and I can barely remember two days ago.
I do find, though, that I have been fussing about minute things. I am wondering, for instance, how to preserve Felix's art work.
A friend of mine had a brilliant idea for doing this. It is so brilliant that I won't describe it here, in case it is something in the works, but I will say that I am more than open to any and all ideas if you have any. I signed Felix up for a class at an unexpectedly rigorous program and the things he has been bringing home are really quite nice to have around. Nice enough that I think I would feel sort of crappy if I threw them out. Unfortunately, they often have three-dimensional elements that add to the Preservationist's challenges. Advice anyone?
And don't even suggest that I look for distraction and simple pleasures in the land of contemporary cinema. I keep seeing the previews for Juno, that perky sassy movie about the 16 year-old knocked up girl who is wiser than her years and her search for acceptable adoptive parents. First of all, I am suddenly sick of pregnant comedy. Second of all, I don't care if she is sixteen, that girl seems much too comfortable in her third trimester.
posted by Elise at 1:06 PM
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