I see that I have to practically abandon the blog scene to get any response out of anyone. The nerve. WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!
Ok. Just kidding.
Tuesday I dropped my favorite notebook/planner in the toilet of the 9th Floor Bathroom in the Ed. Building. Sigh. I had specifically gone up from the 2nd floor b/c that w.c. was out of t.p., but the stalls up there (and all over campus for that matter) are miniscule--So small that walking in takes really complex maneuvering. So I had put my notebook and water bottle on the t.p. dispenser, entered, slowly turned and wedged my bookbag and satchel beside the toilet, and squeezed in, closing the door behind me. Details later I was attempting to leave the stall. That's when it happened. I managed to get my bags in one hand, and leEAaned back (I felt like I was playing limbo) to open the door, and as I opened the door I brushed the notebook that was still on the t.p. dispenser, and as I turned, splash! I yelped, knowing it was my notebook, then I cursed, "bastard!" and snatched it out within 2 seconds. Is there a rule for dropping things in the toilet? Poor little notebook. Fortunately only a few pages got really wet so I just tore them out and put a bunch of cheap paper towels between pages that appeared to want to be damp. Today you would hardly notice effects of the toilet water assault. Like a phoenix from the ashes, my little notebook survived.
Now I realize I have a habit, it seems, of dropping things into the toilet.HAh.Well. Last summer it was my cell phone...I don't know how it happened. I was just standing there facing the toilet, perhaps contemplating how bad I had to pee from the fourty thousand glasses of spiked punch we'd just consumed, and my friend Jenn, also in the bathroom, b/c girls travel in numbers, remember, thought I was somehow projecting an unidentifiable object into the toilet from waist level. Talk about a confusing moment. Later the next day, after recovering from that hangover, I took my cell apart and cleaned up the frazzled computer boards...it worked for another year or so before I finally gave in and bought a new one--so the odds look good for my planner.
So it's Thursday. ALREADY. This morning Dr.George said "is it just me or is time passing really fast?" and it is man, this semester is flying by. Graduation is just around the bend--yahoo!
Hope anyone who happens to read this has a fandiddly weekend. I'm going to Robs for his birthday party Saturday night. Happy 23rd to Robster! Woo hoo! Wee hee!
later gators
