Current mood:

cranky

There's a lot of stuff I could be posting about
But I've been tired as hell the past few days and it feels like I'm coming down with the Death Virus for the third time this month, though I hope in a form that doesn't lay me out flat for five days. I still have no cushion of sick leave. I worked on my day off last Friday to make up a sick day, which of course contributed to the tiredness. I may have to give in and start borrowing from future sick leave (you're allowed to borrow up to 30 days' worth per year), but that feels like a cycle I'll never break out of, so I'm resisting.

May take some vacation around Labor Day to maximize time off while minimizing leave days used. Supposedly my family's going to the UK next year, and since I haven't been out of the country since I was, what, twelve? I'm raring to go. Gotta save up those leave days.

Zippy's old foster home requested him back because they love him so much, so now I have a fluffy cutie named Charlotte. Pictures to follow when the room isn't spinning.

Who gave my contact information to the college? Because whoever it is I want to punch them.* I'm going to get so many goddamn contribution requests now, and they aren't getting a cent of my money until I'm rich and disconnected from the world enough that giving to the fantastically-endowed elite school that destroyed my health and my self-confidence starts looking better than, say, sponsoring a hundred children in developing nations, or making sure everyone has a basic goddamn necessity like water to drink..


*Although it's possible I did this to myself by accident. College Alumni Fund letters are like herpes - once you start getting them, there isn't a drug or major address change in the world that will make them go away permanently. If I was sent to Mars on some great mission I have no doubt that they'd start harassing me via email.