Updates

For those of you concerned about my TV situation (of whom there are 0, I am ignoring that), you should know that I returned my TV and the errant remote (the new one didn't work, either, sucky) to the Best Buy in Evanston (no small task, mind you, as the TV weighed over 100 lbs, and I was unwisely wearing a skirt that flew up a la Marilyn Monroe), where, after many episodes of verbal gymnastics on the part of the Best Buy employees and many episodes of semi-patient waiting by me, they refunded all of my money. I then wandered over to the TV section to find a new TV to purchase. Where, luck would have it, I picked out my perfect TV, only to be told that the only two they had were the floor model (um, no, as this had brought me to tears in the not-so-distant past, if you recall), and a TV that someone had already purchased and returned to the store because it didn't work. It had been repaired by their service people, they assured me, but I wasn't buying it. Literally. I think that I have bad TV karma. I am attracted to bad-boy TV's that are no good for me. Trash. Where have all the good TV's gone??? So I am TV less for right now, paying for cable that I'm not receiving, because I refuse to be rushed into buying another TV that I cannot use. I will wait until I find the perfect TV that is not a discontinued model and it will have the correct remote and manual. And it will make me dinner and rub my feet. :)

My coworker just gave me a Snickers. For free. It made my day. What a nice thing to do. This is a sure way to win my favor. Take notes, people.

I said goodbye to my cousin Anna last night, she is leaving for a traveling nursing stint of undefined duration beginning with three months in Washington, D.C. She has been my sushi buddy, and a great friend. Fortunately, I'm related to her, so the fact that she is moving doesn't make us any less connected. She'll still be a great friend. She just won't be able to go to sushi with me anymore (sad!). I'm hoping that she returns to Chicago, and to me, within a year, but we shall see what God has planned for her. The good news is that she gave me free furniture that she didn't want. I love freebies. :)

Which leads me to my next point. Scott and I moved said furniture into my apt. last night, and Scott has informed me that I am not effective as a mover, because it is essentially many small problem-solving tasks (and we know how I am with that, see recent blog re: Best Buy). I get very distracted when I move things, and I find myself standing in the middle of the street with a lamp in my hands, watching the next thing coming out of the truck. Scott was not amused, saying, "What are you doing? Bring that inside!", and I was thinking something like, "Da da da dum, da dum, da dum...." Completely gone. Scott has informed me that if we ever move into a place together, he will send me on a vacation to make sure that he can get things done without me getting in the way. This, to me, sounds like a win-win situation. A vacation and I don't need to help move? Yippee!!

In sadder news, I return to school tomorrow. For a reminder to all of those who I have not complained to recently, I am getting my Master's degree in Social Work at the esteemed Jane Addams College of Social Work at the University of Illinois at Chicago. Ain't that a handful. I actually love my classmates (we have every class together for two years, so we have gotten to know each other well...I got email pictures of one girl's baby this summer), and once I'm settled into class, I will be fine. But right now, thinking about going back tomorrow, I am filled with distress at the idea of returning to classes. I feel like a 5th-grader, dreading the end of summer vacation. Bummer. Mostly, I don't like doing homework. Or dedicating significant parts of my weekday evenings to academic, rather than social, pursuits. So if I have a hard time fitting you into my schedule in the near future, please understand. I have Mondays and Tuesdays open, and those are filling quickly, be patient with my sad little self. I wish that I could load myself up on margaritas with you, really, I do. Or maybe a little board game night? Ah, if only. Only two more years of this left, and then I will be finished with school forever, this thought helps me limp through my days until the next school vacation.

And, last but not least, I am suffering from a bout of insomnia, which is making me cranky and loopy. Not really the best combination in the world. I would give anything, all the tea in China (hee, hee! Like I own all the tea in China! I hate tea, I could part with it easily if I did, I guess that obliterates the reference, but alas, I am rambling), to sleep through the night for a good 8-9 hours, I have not done this in quite a while, and have not slept for more than 6 hours in a night since Thursday. And I am one of those people who needs 8 hours in a night. Period. Actually, tonight, I may call in the back up troops (sleeping pill, Benadryl or Tylenol PM) to help me in this goal. You may recall that I was supposed to see Ferris Bueller at the movie in the park tonight, and I was quite excited about this. I am having to miss it because I am comatose. And it certainly doesn't hurt that it's raining and 65 degrees out. All I will really need is my comforter and I'll be fine, really. If I ever needed that darn Wicked Witch of the West and her magic poppies, this would be the time. Though she might have a hard time in the rain. Ah, well. With the help of modern pharmaceuticals, I am praying that sleep will come, so that I am perky for my first day of school. Because, really, you should always be perky for the first day of school. After that, it's all downhill.