Arglegrrrarrr

Look, I'm not above doing favours for a friend, okay? I know today is the last day you can spend with your mum before she heads out to England tomorrow. I don't have a problem with covering your shift at Yatsuri. It means I don't have to go to the Gakuen, which is always nice. Nevermind that I have to have English with MrsK on Wednesday and then teach every single English class (asobi and club) on Thursday since you'e at the uni. I'm fine with it, really.

But what is pissing me off is that I texted you yesterday, asking what the situation at Yatsuri today is (namely, what am I supposed to be doing with each class, since I haven't been there at all this year), and you haven't responded. At this point, I don't even care if I have to wing it, what I really need to know is what time do I have to be there?

It's not good for my digestive system to be this crabby this early in the day.

Thanks a bunch, boss-man

OOOHH, there is going to be swearing in a minute. If I wasn't sure I would be the one to get in trouble, I just wouldn't go at all. If you can't be arsed to tell me what I time I'm supposed to be there, why should I be arsed to go?

Something tells me I'm not bringing my A-game today.

Brain? Brain? What is brain?

Well, I'm glad I limited my ranting to my LJ and not to the snarky text messages I wanted to send. The reason Sean forgot to get in touch with me (and why he wasn't awake to answer the mails I sent this morning) is there is a huge crisis with his mum's trip that he was trying to sort out last night that left him incapacitated with a huge tension headache. Apparently, he fell asleep with all the lights and his computer on, and the door unlocked, which never happens.

I'm not really at liberty to say (after all, it's not really my gossip), no one is dead or sick (at least, not until his Mum gets ahold of them), but it's a really shite situation to be in.

In other, all about me news, I got two pick-me-up pieces of mail today. Another postcard of awesomeness from muffet_pie, and a card from my mom (whose broken collarbone is healing slowly but steadily) with a newspaper clipping about CSI. She highlighted the parts about David Caruso, and made mention of that youTube video that's seven minutes of DC putting on/taking off his sunglasses and delivering his one-liners. I remember, when I showed it to her over Christmas, she laughed so hard she almost choked. Good times ^_^

Now, to try and work up the energy to go to the gym, as it's likely the only time this week I'll be able to go.

Where's the space-corn when I need it?

I'm a revolting and sweaty mess, but I can't seem to pry myself out of the chair and into the shower. Woe.

I've been reading, reading, trying to wrap my head around concepts that are new to me but which seem like I should already know them. I feel like I need to go back to school, but fear I would not be a worthy student.

I need a fairy godparent with a bag full of monies to appear on my doorstep, tout suite.