whinging

Well, I have a lot to whinge about. There's the ongoing, deeply personal shit that Lola knows about. There's the paper I still haven't written for the AAA that starts on Thursday. Must get paper to commenter, I guess... but there is no paper, because I have an ongoing, chronic case of writer's block exacerbate by current state of emotional exaustion. And then there's the third year review, materials for which must be in in about a month. And the ambivalence -- I must keep job, I wish I could jettison job. I wish I would win the lottery. I wish the lottery would win me.

Many thanks to idlerat for the new icons. This one makes me feel lovable. It's like looking in the mirror and seeing a baby sloth. How cute is that!?

I had a dream the night before last night that my mother and I went to a racetrack with our horse. It was a very nice horse. (We, for those of you who do not know, do not, nor have we ever had a horse). Then, last night, the dream about discovering a Caribbean island in Wisconsin. Now THAT was a find! Sunshine, sea (or at least warmish lake), coconuts, bright clothing, fresh non toxic fish!

Really, I want to be a whingy singer/songwriter. No, really, I want to be Joni Mitchell.