Some days you're the windshield . . .

And some days you're the bug. Today was defiitely a bug day. It's not even that it was a particularly bad day, but it wasn't particularly good. One of those "I should never have gotten out of bed" days. I started the day with a headache, combined with a backache (too much heavy lifting lately, and not enough painkillers!). Add that to an inability to move faster than a glacial pace, and the need to attempt (unsuccessfully) to tame a completely unruly mop of hair, and you end up with me gliding into class at the last possible minute. Only to find out, of course, that I left my attendance and gradebook home. Cue utterly incomprehensible registration assembly for next year, and an inability to access the Virgin Atlantic website because our school censors categorize it as porn! Do you see where I'm going? All Iwanted to do all day was come home, relax, and watch Hamlet on PBS, which I've been waiting for forever. But, right in the middle of that, my lawyer is going to be here to complete some paperwork for the apartment. I'm going to call that "intermission," and try to convince myself that I'm at the theatre. Totally don't think it'll work. Totally want to take a mental health day but, after 3 weeks of bereavement leave, that's not happening. Bleh, I really hope tomorrow is a windshield day!