The View From Kalamazoo
Wallowing, thank you.
A no from Virginia.
A yes from Kentucky, with no funding.
1 to go, but frankly I’m feeling like I’m living under a death sentence.
I’ll never get out of here, never. This city is like the LaBrea tar pits…
I’ve been going to the gym at least twice a week and a cardio for an hour every week but I’m still in plateau hell. Today’s weight: 259. Not unlike the last few weigh-ins: 259.5, 260, 260.5, 259.5…you get the idea.
My kid has Issues with me: she’s announced that whatever I believe she will believe the opposite, just on principle. “If Momma believes in God then I don’t. If Momma doesn’t believe in God, then I do.” This, at 7 years old. It really sucks to have one’s kid hate them before the teenage hormones kick in…
There is just nothing in the way of good news in my life. Congress has hit the I’m-buried-and-would-be-happy-to-be-abducted-by-aliens-just-to-leave-the-office period that won’t freaking end until some time in July; that conference I agreed to give a paper for in June [note to self: might consider getting started on that sometime soon] is run by pirates, so I have to shell out $175 (unless, SLU accepts me with funding, in which case I’ll claim student status and only have to pay $125) for a very small, 3-day affair and there appears to be no cheap housing anywhere (the room block, which might already be full, is $85 a night. Since it’s a conference on esotericism I’ve considered going to the tackle shop, buying a handful of lead weights, and sending them in an envelope with a note that reads “transmute these to gold for my registration fee. thanks.”); oh, and parent-teacher conferences are next week and so beginning the ‘I’d like you to hold my kid back a grade, thanks’ battle and hearing about everything she can’t do at grade-level will be a super uplifting experience. (and I won’t bother to go into anything else…that would just be bitching to hear myself bitch)
I know a lot of people have it a lot worse, but I’m very unhappy right now, and it would be pretty shitty to be consoled by another’s grief and troubles, anyway.
