Worked on the Tuesdays<\/i> lesson, but didn’t finish. Mostly I spent the day being angry, pissy, and mad. I seemed to have everything go wrong at work today. Everything. And on top of that, I suffered horribly from dysmenorrhea all day and all night and every moment and I want to take a billion, zillion drugz. (Note the use of a scientific name for things makes them sound worse so that other people will feel even sorrier for you). <\/p>\n
Okay, seriously, not quite everything. Duck is now wearing a rabbit costume<\/a>, complete with cotton tail<\/a>; and my mother sent me flowers for Easter<\/a>. I just seemed to have all the real work things go wrong. When the various NCTE websites began stopping this afternoon, I began packing. Went by Great Harvests for unnecessary loaves of bread that I have gorged upon. Went to Pages and used one of my gift certificates to buy these:<\/p>\n Now I just need to find time to read all of them, and the dozens of other books over there on the bookshelf. <\/p>\n Watched most of Possessed<\/i> (1947) Then watched most of The Philadelphia Story<\/i> I finished The Earth, My Butt, and Other Big Round Things<\/i> this evening. I looked at Love and Other Four Letter Words<\/i> when I was at the bookstore, since I liked The Earth<\/i> and was so close to finishing, but I just wasn’t up for a divorce story right now. I can always get it later. It’s not like I’m miserly about my book buying, as the 12+ sagging bookcases can attest.<\/p>\n When not watching TV, I have been the eating machine. Something is seriously wrong with me. I think I have eaten everything in completely senseless ways today. And I’m still not happy about it. I seem to be eating my way toward something, and I am just not finding it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Worked on the Tuesdays lesson, but didn’t finish. Mostly I spent the day being angry, pissy, and mad. I seemed to have everything go wrong at work today. Everything. And on top of that, I suffered horribly from dysmenorrhea all day and all night and every moment and I want to take a billion, zillion […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-83","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-personal-journal"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/sqzI8-83","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/83","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=83"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/83\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=83"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=83"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=83"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}\n
\n(“It’s pain that made her this way. Only through major pain and suffering beyond belief can we change that.” and “‘I love you’ is such an inadequate way of saying I love you. It doesn’t quite describe how much it hurts sometimes.”)<\/p>\n
\n(“I’m such an unholy mess of a girl”)<\/p>\n
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![flowers for Easter<\/a>. I just seemed to have all the real work things go wrong. When the various NCTE websites began stopping this afternoon, I began packing. Went by Great Harvests for unnecessary loaves of bread that I have gorged upon. Went to Pages and used one of my gift certificates to buy these:<\/p>\n\nWhale Talk<\/i> (need to find out about the censorship issue)\nThe Worry Web Site<\/i> (for my collection of tech in child\/YA lit books)\nSpeak<\/i> (cuz I never got around to it)\nClick here: (to find out how i survived seventh grade)<\/i> (again for the tech collection)\nAfter<\/i> (cuz it seemed so topical given Red Lake)\n<\/ul>\nNow I just need to find time to read all of them, and the dozens of other books over there on the bookshelf. <\/p>\nWatched most of Possessed<\/i> (1947)\n(“It’s pain that made her this way. Only through major pain and suffering beyond belief can we change that.” and “‘I love you’ is such an inadequate way of saying I love you. It doesn’t quite describe how much it hurts sometimes.”)<\/p>\nThen watched most of The Philadelphia Story<\/i>\n(“I’m such an unholy mess of a girl”)<\/p>\nI finished The Earth, My Butt, and Other Big Round Things<\/i> this evening. I looked at Love and Other Four Letter Words<\/i> when I was at the bookstore, since I liked The Earth<\/i> and was so close to finishing, but I just wasn’t up for a divorce story right now. I can always get it later. It’s not like I’m miserly about my book buying, as the 12+ sagging bookcases can attest.<\/p>\nWhen not watching TV, I have been the eating machine. Something is seriously wrong with me. I think I have eaten everything in completely senseless ways today. And I’m still not happy about it. I seem to be eating my way toward something, and I am just not finding it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Worked on the Tuesdays lesson, but didn’t finish. Mostly I spent the day being angry, pissy, and mad. I seemed to have everything go wrong at work today. Everything. And on top of that, I suffered horribly from dysmenorrhea all day and all night and every moment and I want to take a billion, zillion […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-83","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-personal-journal"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/sqzI8-83","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/83","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=83"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/83\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=83"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=83"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=83"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}](\"http:\/\/www.tengrrl.com\/duck4prez\/easterflowers.jpg\"){kind=link}