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OKay, I'm in a bad mood, but I'm so tired of this apartment. Everything is broken, and Chris has no money, so what the heck am I supposed to do? I'd pretty much gotten used to things not working, but now Helen's here and it's so freaking apparent how much my life sucks. The halogen light burnt out, and it should just be a bulb, so I probably just need a new light bulb, but the last time Chris had to put it in, because for whatever reason, my mechanical ability totally deserted me with that one. Two light bulbs died in the hallway, the closet door still isn't fixed, and both vacuum cleaners are broken. one works slightly at least, but of course, it's the big one, so I have a huge thing that does nothing sitting in the living room--in my space. I don't have that much space. And I hate having to give some of it up for stupid broken things. Oh, and the stove burner has now been burnt out for a year and a half. Actually, by now it's been 21 months. I hate this! I hate living like this. I lived like this the whole time I was growing up, but at least then I had a bedroom nearly the size of the living room here. And a door. oh, god, I *loved* my room at Clarion. I *adored* it. It had a door. It had storage space all over the place. And most importantly, it wasn't broken. I didn't have to figure out ways to make things work. I didn't have to figure out if it was worth fixing the vacuum cleaner, or getting a newer, smaller one. Or what to do about the whole closet issue. Damnit, this is not something I wanted to deal with now, but at the same time, I hate Chris for making this something issue exist. I need a hug. I need a whole fleet of hugs. I need a whole fleet of hugs and an extra couple hundred square feet of space. Heck, even just an extra 150 or so would be more than enough.

Typhoid Mary Alert

Hmm. Symptoms: joint/muscle pain, more than just traveling results in. Stuffed head for the third day in a row, not responding to allergy medications, and ears bad enough that noises are very loud and wobbly. Total, full-body fatigue to the point that all I wanted to do on the walk in this morning was sit down, and I seriously considered taking a taxi. Stomachache if I try to eat anything.
Conclusion: Same thing as shadesong, yendi, and mousegrrl, except I usually don't get sick enough to wipe me out. So I'm at work, and actually functioning and all, just very icky feeling. This is therefore the official heads up to the rest of the Coypu suite that they're about to come down with Martian Death Flu as well.

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Okay, so I just got offered the chance to work on a project that would require travel. And part of me was all about it. There's a meeting September 18th, and before then one of the guys here wants to visit ten school districts, from LA to Boston, and a lot of places in between. And part of me thinks that would be *so* cool. I'd love to be trusted with something like that. But the rest of me, the sick part of me, the part of me that hates cities, travel, airports, the part of me that's so looking forward to the weekend and not doing anything is too strong. He wants to spend between 1 and 3 days in each district. There are 15 days between now and then. Even going to just 5 of them will pretty much take up all that time. I don't think I could possibly handle it. So I suggested my officemate, who *loves* travel, and she took it in a minute. Maybe if I hadn't just traveled twice in two weekends, and if I wasn't sick as a dog just now, I would have gone for it. Probably, actually, because it's cities I've never been to, and places I want to go back to (with the exception of NY, and probably LA.) Oh well, at least she thought of me.