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Jan. 4th, 2003 07:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jdmkleinOH Boo Hoo, boo hoo, boo hoo, the holiday weekend is nearly over. Tomorrow it's back to the salt mines. Oh boo hoo, boo hoo, boo hoo. No more time for sure until January 22nd. Oh woe is me, boo hoo, boo hoo. Of course if things get really boring i can not go into the office if i want. The classes are over, my grades are in, i'm sitting good for the first time this semester. An interview with a part time person tomorrow, a meeting on Monday, and then nothing scheduled until Exam Boards and Dean's meeting on January 12. Talk to the kiddies on the 13th and 14th and work on the new book until the twenty twoth. What a world, what a world, what a world.
Master has puttered around all weekend working on this big project or that little one or the other. The cleaning woman is going back to SriLanka for about 6 weeks so she brought over her friend who will clean for us while she is gone. The dog is getting well-er. Things on the home front are pretty ok, too. Max looks mighty handsome in his new collar. He got to run with a desert dog today. i think his self-esteem was raised a few notches today. Desert dog was running away with tail between legs. Don't know if it was male or female, i think female. Then she started to run behind him. He ignored her like the best of them. That dog just plain loves to run.
It rained this morning, the sun was shining by noon. Not too much wind, and the temp was mild. Windows were open all day long. Master is on a steak kick, the second this week. i really wish we didn't eat so much meat. i try to limit my meat to dinner, i wish Master did the same.
i do have to get up in the morning, i have to make Master's lunch. Maybe i can convince Him i can do it tonight. Poor dog won't know what hit him when he has to go out with me in the morning instead of in the car.
i have been doing some virtual navel gazing to plagiarize from jo. It's not completely clear in my mind yet, but i know there is something there waiting to come out.
All this stuff on the bdsm list about war makes my stomach hurt. All the stuff in the news, and on the internet about it makes my head hurt. i see the military over here. i see the support equipment they are bringing in. The papers say 50,000 coming in, hell, they are already here. Charter planes coming in daily, 350 people per plane....four planes a day, hell, in one week there are over 7000 new souls here. And that's been going on for weeks already. And those are just the planes i have seen. The equipment is here, is still coming. The other day i saw a military truck with a trailer that had eight axels and at least, at least, 8 wheels on each axel. Trucks like that are not car carriers. i don't want a war. i live with my gas mask. We have a safe room. i have my papers ready, very little cash in this country. i feel better now that i know where my cousin is. i have his number and address. My wanting it NOT to happen probably won't do a thing, i do not want a war.
Phew, where did that come from?
My navel gazing is about, i think, being in a loving relationship and being a slave. i'm not sure that is what i want.
Master has puttered around all weekend working on this big project or that little one or the other. The cleaning woman is going back to SriLanka for about 6 weeks so she brought over her friend who will clean for us while she is gone. The dog is getting well-er. Things on the home front are pretty ok, too. Max looks mighty handsome in his new collar. He got to run with a desert dog today. i think his self-esteem was raised a few notches today. Desert dog was running away with tail between legs. Don't know if it was male or female, i think female. Then she started to run behind him. He ignored her like the best of them. That dog just plain loves to run.
It rained this morning, the sun was shining by noon. Not too much wind, and the temp was mild. Windows were open all day long. Master is on a steak kick, the second this week. i really wish we didn't eat so much meat. i try to limit my meat to dinner, i wish Master did the same.
i do have to get up in the morning, i have to make Master's lunch. Maybe i can convince Him i can do it tonight. Poor dog won't know what hit him when he has to go out with me in the morning instead of in the car.
i have been doing some virtual navel gazing to plagiarize from jo. It's not completely clear in my mind yet, but i know there is something there waiting to come out.
All this stuff on the bdsm list about war makes my stomach hurt. All the stuff in the news, and on the internet about it makes my head hurt. i see the military over here. i see the support equipment they are bringing in. The papers say 50,000 coming in, hell, they are already here. Charter planes coming in daily, 350 people per plane....four planes a day, hell, in one week there are over 7000 new souls here. And that's been going on for weeks already. And those are just the planes i have seen. The equipment is here, is still coming. The other day i saw a military truck with a trailer that had eight axels and at least, at least, 8 wheels on each axel. Trucks like that are not car carriers. i don't want a war. i live with my gas mask. We have a safe room. i have my papers ready, very little cash in this country. i feel better now that i know where my cousin is. i have his number and address. My wanting it NOT to happen probably won't do a thing, i do not want a war.
Phew, where did that come from?
My navel gazing is about, i think, being in a loving relationship and being a slave. i'm not sure that is what i want.
