it feels like monday. oh. wait. it is monday.

that's about what it feels like. really, REALLY bizarre and disturbing dreams. (and no, i'm not going to talk about it here. my subconcious is a little twisted, apparently.) woke up to very loud and annoyingly cheerful radio djs instead of normal soothing simon bates on classic fm due to uk radio aid. it was fine once i was more awake, but during that first few minutes, it was jarring and unpleasant and irritating.

did manage to get a seat on the dlr this morning, so i suppose the morning hasn't been completely terrible, and no students showed up to my 11am math tutorial, so i didn't actually do anything but chat with masami for 20 minutes. however, i did manage to destroy the bag while trying to open my cereal for breakfast, and walked around the building for an indeterminate length of time with a post-it note on my back.

four more years, four more wars

next target: iran

the european press printed that story today too. the reaction from this side of the atlantic was a solid "wtf? are you yanks not in enough trouble in that other country that starts with an i which you don't understand in the least?"

notes to self and one to others

chocolate covered strawberries: easy, fun to make, low cleanup factor if you're not a dumbass and don't accidentally dip your sleeve in chocolate, big hit with anyone you choose to share them with.

also of note: 4:15 is a good time to swim. no jackasses in the pool. remembering your hairbrush, however, would be a GREAT idea. failing that, having a baseball cap instead of a winter hat as your backup plan might be helpful. it's damn hot on the tube.


note to other people: if you suck at twister, you shouldn't hurl yourself on a crowded tube. i'm just sayin'. keeping you upright really isn't anyone else's job. and pushing people never helps. honest. it just makes people want to push back. practicing personal hygiene (shower, deoderant, etc) is also good form.