Life as an Extreme Sport

pulling teeth, eyes, yanking hair, etc

I swear to god, I’m not an idiot. But in-house, custom and zero documentation requires a level of telepathy I haven’t reached yet.

Plus I’m exhausted, as the neighbors folk decided to have a lovely row ’round 4am, and kept at it til either the cops or super or someone intervened – squinting eyes said that was ’round 5am. That, plus a long day of faculty interview/meeting/class/lunch/job talk/pertinent errands has left me a drained sack of mostly water that is apparently unable to think in anything resembling logic. Case and point: meant to buy myself a white board. Forgot til I was home.

All of which is to say, in other words: see last post. Rinse. Repeat.