Is there anything better than coming home on your lunch and walking into a subtle form of chaos? I get home, and there are people picking up the last kitten, which will be weird as we haven't been kittenless in months. And then, it turns out that there's just craziness with the house. The current owners are moving out today, the house hasn't been closed on yet, no one knows anything- its basically a big mess. Surprise, surprise. All I know is that I have a lot of stuff to do and I don't want to do any of it!

So I hear that it's pretty darn hot out there. I'll find out first hand in about an hour and fifteen, but for now, I'm enjoying the main perk to my job- Air Conditioning. So bad for the environment and yet so good for my peace of mind. Yesterday, I couldn't stand being home. My mother, God love her, is very, very English and once the temp. crosses 80 degrees and the humidity hits above 40, all I hear is her bitching about the weather, which makes me crazy and then I have no choice but to be miserable with her and complain about the heat, or leave and drive off in my nice, new airconditioned car. Needless to say, I chose option B. I called my dear friend, Dina, or in E-peeps-ease, Dimartiste, told her I was picking her up and we were going Somewhere, ANYWHERE! We wound up at Delaware Park, in "our" spot on the wall by the water, just past the casino. It was so lovely, we talked, went over the astrology chart that she did for me and left eventually around 9:30. I was in the perfect position to watch the sky change colours as the sun set. Truly remarkable. I was also feeling very bohemian in my blue tank top and not-quite-matching broomstick skirt, but it was too damn hot to really care. Apparently more of the same might be required for today.

I hate, detest, loathe, abhore, dislike in the extreme Rude People!!! Have we gone so far away from decorum and manners that we are expected to react as if it is the norm? ARGH!!! I just had to share that.

I am absolutely convinced that student loans are evil and the NYSHESC is the devil incarnate. I hate them and I am solemnly vowing that I WILL NOT PUT MY CHILDREN THROUGH WHAT I HAVE BEEN GOING THROUGH! Is that strong enough of a resolve? Also, I must look for grants for grad. school because I really don't want to take on another $25,000.00 in debt, bringing the grand total up to about $50,000.00. Just that number scares the hell out of me. But it's all supposed to be worth it, right? Forgive my skepticism.

Not a big, "OW!", just a little "Ow." Okay, after my marathon spray primer-ing/ spray painting session yesterday evening, now my right forearm is killing me! Yesterday, I had trigger finger going on. My finger didn't want to bend, even to curl around the spoon so I could eat my Rocky Road ice cream! Today, my forearm feels like it's one of Popeye's! Decidedly not cool. Especially as I have to do the same thing all over again except worse because it's my dresser. *Groan!* I am such a freak.