I have been sitting in this chair since about 1 o’clock this afternoon (it’s now 8). Well, minus the 30 minutes for dinner. My butt hurts. On the plus side, my English Comp essay is finally done. I tweaked it from an unmanageable 8 pages down to 5 (which is closer to her request of 2 to 4 pages). I got a little over-zealous, huh? At 5 I simply could not chop out any more without totally knocking essay from a solid A to a D. This is okay with me, and the professor is okay with it.

The last 35 minutes have been spent playing catchup on my math homework. I missed 2 classes the week I was on vacation (I didn’t forget about the photos, guys. Honest. I’ve been so busy!) I am on Chapter 8.6 and I need to be on 8.8 by tomorrow after work. Which means I need to get 8.6 and 8.7 done by tomorrow as 8.8 will be done in class. Then Wednesday is the test. OI VEY. I hate this time of year, simply because classes are cut short, or non-existent and it’s hard to play catch up.

I also was going to put up my Christmas tree in the front bedroom today, however, I am missing the stand and the pole. I am so pissed. Now I have nothing to hook the branches to which renders my tree useless. It was there when I took the tree down last year and by the process of elimination leaves jerk-boy. When I moved out, I had all the things I was moving out in the living room. He must’ve gone through some stuff (I’m missing other things, not just the artificial tree parts) and took it out. This pisses me off because yet again, I got screwed over. I still don’t have my tennis bracelet that I received for my communion in 1990 (it was engraved), he still owes me for back electric and the Verizon bill. Now my Christmas tree. Nice. At this point it’s nearly laughable except I cried. I should have laughed because it was so predictable. It just seems like the moment I am over him I find something else he did or did not do and I have to go through this whole internal debate over bad versus good and will I prevail? (to be continued…)

(…last time on So-Crafty.net) Blogger Jamie has internal debate and rationalizes her fear of feeling guilty over four years spent with an ass. Will she get over it? Stay tuned… Ever feel like that? Like your life is a cartoon or a bad soap opera? It’s ridiculous. Either I’m ridiculously happy and proud of my accomplishments or I am suffering from a tiny tantrum.

My poor body has been fighting this cold for what seems like ever. I wish it would just rear its ugly head already