Let’s see, it’s raining, first off, just to set the mood for the rest of the post, and it will be raining for the rest of the day leading into possible storms tonight. Dippy. So I drag the umbrella in and am putting it down on the floor in my office once I get in here, and I accidentally catch the button with my thumb, sending the umbrella flying up which pulls on the handle and thus slices about a pea-sized chunk out of my skin. After bleeding through the first Band-Aid for a while, it has since slowed to a dull ache and some more bleeding for which I’ve changed Band-Aids. Dippier.

The water main for both Gillum and Dreiser Halls is out, i.e. no water to either building so basic amenities like toilets aren’t working. That means getting into the raincoat, grabbing the injurious umbrella, and walking my ass out into the rain just so I can pee. Dippy again. Luckily, Erickson Hall isn’t too far away, though the Condit House (the Office of the President) is just about the same distance, and it might be funny to barge in there asking to pee until the problem is fixed in my building.

Heather and I have spent all morning with markers, envelopes and paper cuts. We’re working on getting submissions to next year’s Academic Planner for events and information. We sent out 144 letters, and I’m not even going to get into the problems we had with B***** about them because B***** wouldn’t just leave us alone about it once we got started. Nope, far too frustrating and it’d take forever for me to get into all the gripes I have against her. Let’s just say, I’m staying in my office and ignoring the world for the rest of the afternoon. Except Heather. She’s cool and she had to put up with all that crap too.

So for the rest of the day, it’s going to be not drinking anything, some more work on the thesis, rain, and nursing a wound that won’t stop aggravating me. Huzzah. It’s going to be a long, fucking day.