I’ve been quietly obsessed with Prince Harry and Meghan Markle’s relationship since the rumours started. Partially because Suits character turned me onto the actress ages ago, and partially because I wish PH could be Bond, and together I think they’re just delightful.
It’s the last week of the semester, I’m trying to write 6,000 papers, and they go and get engaged. I can’t stop watching them smile.
It’s 6:36 in the AM and I should be doing homework but instead I’m having some serious regrets: I drove back to Iowa this summer and did not drive my KitchenAid stand mixer back to Vancouver on my return. Deep in the self-loathing, I tell you.
Two years left of school, party people! And then who the hell knows what kind of shit I’ll be getting into–but it will definitely involve my trusty KA sidekick.
Nothing says “Life is good!” like getting your taxes questioned in one country, and then learning all your personal and financial data has been hacked in the other country. A week apart.
Well, nothing except that stupid bumper sticker/jeep tire cover.
I hate everything; school started too; so not ready, etc etc etc. Ugh.
My work related stress dreams are all about citations in APA style. Last night they took a turn and became current citation woes: figuring out how to cite things said at a white supremacist rally.
I didn’t think I was ready to move on from MSW. And we’ll, I’m not. I’m not ever leaving JB. But I do think I’m ready to pirate the shit out of another godawful television series with leading ladies. It’s time to find Designing Women.
All this fucking Trump fuckery.
I just reached peak library school and peak old lady in one sitting:
Murder She Wrote playing in the background while I download the Vancouver library audiobook app on my cell so that I could download the M. C. Beaton books (alternative Agatha Christie) that I wasn’t able to download on my other phone from my West Des Moines library audiobook app.