I whisper your name (ayradyss) wrote,
I whisper your name

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It must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays.

Stayed up too late last night watching Robin Williams and old Whose Line is it Anyway episodes. Oh, well. It was muchly fun.
Alarm went off at 5:45 this morning. At 7, I finally managed to get out of bed, take a shower, miss a spot in my hair that I didn't notice until I was frantically pulling it up into its usual ponytail at 7:40, so it was too late to go rinse the conditioner out again. Got to school. Jim: "I hear you talked to Kris." The realtor. Yes. "She says she found a house for you."
It's a foreclosure, I find out when I talk to Kriss tonight. 1700 square feet in two stories. 4 bedrooms, 2 baths. Ubercute. Oh, I hope I can get hold of the bank.
That was the highlight of the day. Bustamante ran ten minutes over into our fifteen minute break. As I'm about to sit down in the computer lab and enjoy my remaining five, Rachel comes running into the lab. "Nykki! Nykki!" Now what?
The next lecturer needs help setting up his computer. So I go in, unplug the video cable from the classroom computer, wind it up around my arm, unwind it down the centre aisle and plug it into the back of his laptop. And teach him how to change his screen res to 1024x768 for the projector. Damn doctors. He's got a $2000 Dell laptop in front of him and he can't change his screen res.
He started lecture right on time. He has from 9:45-11:45. He ran over by 20 minutes. Then Emily (I love you, Em, but you're so fucking weird sometimes) asked if I had time to explain Palm and PocketPC to her again. So I spent the next half hour opening spec sheets and ZDnet reviews for her. Got only enough time to say hi and type in the poem, then dragged back to lab.
An hour and a half of lecture, and then Smith shows up. Can't find the Kodachromes for red blood cells. Thank God. He only held us from 2:30-4:30 going over white blood cells. My brain was so much toast. Staggered out, came home, and made enchiladas with Angel. And that's when I talked to Kriss about the house.
Now if only the mortgage people would call me...I like this house. A lot.

Oh! Phloxin! I have a brief interlude for you, to make up for being drunk on Friday. More character development.

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