People seem to love me for my responses. If you poke me, I may squeal. If you sneak up behind me at work, I will become flustered and distracted. I get worked up, I giggle, I laugh, I frown. I’m a walking, talking, entertainment center.

That’s just the coolest of quaint sayings, particularly when it’s said to me. This has been a fairly up and down (but mostly up) week. I’m tired and decently sleep-deprived, but some of that comes from inefficiency in working earlier this week. Took me a minute to bite the bullet and accept that vacation was over. The newspaper this week was very mediocre, and borderline bad; I mean that in terms of the entire experience, not only the end product. And it was pretty much all my fault. I fucked up in so many ways because I let fatigue and impatience and the thought of a couple hours of homework…

Just so I can make Bread Machine Doughnuts. I am so craving sugar, and all the apples and grapes in the world aren’t helping.

I will write about fun things soon (like Dulin’s visit and my room and hanging out with folks this weekend), but now I want to grump. Eight hours of lab, work, and class today. No lunch break, no breathing room. Eight more tomorrow. Same thing on Friday. I have a reprieve on Wednesday and Thursday (purposefully scheduled on my part), but I still don’t get lunch on any day other than Wednesday, although I think T-dawg is going to give up his lunch to get me a sack lunch so I can munch through one of my afternoon classes before my four hours of lab. (When I’d finalized my schedule…

So I practiced driving Danni more after we picked the Rat up from school—and proceeded to scare her shitless. She was convinced that the engine noises (the revving, which sounds all growly for a little four-cylinder) and the jerkiness was due to a serious lack of gas, and pretty much had a panic attack in the back seat, wailing about she wanted to go home, and we needed to go to a gas station, etc., etc. I almost, almost felt sorry for her. But for rizzle, it wasn’t that damn bad. About half my starts are actually smooth now. And besides: my car is a growly sexy beast, baby. Grr.