Mr. B is a sad pussy - he’s being sequestered in my room until next weekend because people are coming over all week next week and they’re “allergic” to cats and I don’t want them to feel “uncomfortable” in my house.

Sad, sad pussy.

I’m sure there are times where people are listening to me and are thinking I’m crazy but whatever.

I’ve just been told that I am not allowed to invite people to my house, that someone else has to do it.  The reasons were veiled in an explanation of “liability and risk-management issues,” I feel like I’ve just attended a press conference given by Donald Rumsfeld.

Seriously, WTF.

I am relieved.  I visited with my professor today to find out about my grade and to discuss sources for my research paper.  I was very relieved to find out that I got a B- on the mid-term!  I also got the best source from his personal library collection about the manuscript I am going to do my paper on.  He loaned it to me on the understanding that I’d be drawn and quartered, academically speaking, if anything happened to the book.  o.0

Yes yes, I know I’m a big fucking baby worrying over this grade.. but I like the class a lot which is why it vexes me.  However, I think I may have finally come up with a subject for my paper: the depiction of CATS in medieval maunscripts!

Meow!  Roll your eyes if you want to, but I found a HUGE repository of where to find cats.  Now all I need to do is find out what’s been written about them, come up with a thesis, and write 8-12 pages on it before Nov. 6th.  (Unless I have a really shitty grade on the midterm, at which point I will review my options.)

I’m seriously thinking about dropping the class if I get a C on that midterm.

That midterm sucked like I expected it too.  I’ll probably get a C on it.  I’ll be suprised to get a B on it.  I really dislike classes where there are only two or three opportunities to make grades, because if you have a bad or off day, you’re fucked.

In times like this, where my stress is peaking, I often turn to humor.  Solve this anglo-saxon riddle, without the use of Google or any other such trickery and leave your answer in a comment!

I am a wondrous creature, a joy to women, useful to neighbors; not any citizens do I injure, except my slayer. Very high is my foundation. I stand in a bed, hair underneath somewhere. Sometimes ventures a fully beautiful churl’s daughter, licentious maid, that she grabs onto me, rushes me to the redness, ravages my head, fixes me in confinement. She soon feels my meeting, she who forced me in, the curly-haired woman. Wet is her eye.

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Dear Big Brother,

Thank you for making me feel like I am a criminal because I have nasal congestion.  Today, at my friendly neighborhood CVS, I purchased 1.44g of pseudoephedrine, of which I am allowed to purchase only 3.60 grams a day pursuant to Federal law.

I accidentally deleted most of the blogs I read from my NetNewsWire setup.  This does not amuse me.