My dearest Denizens of the Blogosphere — okay. I admit: I was all set to say something really witty and awesome — okay, something I thought was really witty and awesome — about what it’s like to start the Fall semester with kidney stones and a kidney infection. It was going to involve velociraptors and Rambo and Tabatha Coffey and possibly a Megadeth song. But then I worked on campus all day, including a three-hour night class, with kidney stones and a kidney infection, so now I’m just going to point you in this direction and do the whole photo-a-day thing.
The Whole Photo-A-Day-Thing:
Day 233: Two people I love dearly in this world are our departmental secretaries. They’re the very glue that hold the department together, and God knows they’ve helped me hold together too many times than I can begin to count in the past year. Like many buildings on college campuses, ours was designed to be virtually unnavigable, and so the secretaries made this amazing sign. Before the day was over, I’d given four people directions nonetheless — while standing right next to the sign. I can only imagine how many times they had to give directions.
Day 234: Alice B. Toklas decided my new bedding did not come with enough furs.
Day 235: Storm-cloud worshiping bookstore thing, you are my nightmare.
Day 236: I have my grandmother’s old chest-of-drawers, and I cleaned it out — which meant I could finally return her earrings to their rightful place.
Day 237: My mom kept complaining about how I was texting at lunch — in texts to my father.
Day 238: It doesn’t matter where we are: if I’m with my parents, we’re going to find a Cracker Barrel, and we are going to eat there. A lot.
Day 239: Can we all just agree that adulthood would be a lot better if we got carts like these at the grocery store?
Day 240: Can we all also just agree that adulthood would be a lot better if we spent less mornings at the hospital waiting for medical tests that will give us panic attacks?
Day 241: Night class, as seen through my reading glasses. Get it? Seen? Wait. That wasn’t a joke, was it?