I survived February! Wee!!!

Ok, last night after the Oscars, I got my Fafsa in the mail and my state tax return and filed my federal return online. So that's something. I also got mostly caught up in the journal I have to keep for my dramatic writing class. Believe it or not, I suck at keeping journals.

WillowtheCat is driving me insane. Totally, bug-shagging crazy. She won't leave me alone. She's turned into the cuddle monster. All she does is cry, lick me, and butt her head against my arm. Tara practically ignores me these days, but Willow can't spend 30 seconds away from me. Stupid cat.

My boss called me today. apparently time cards are due and I forgot to fill them out. Oops. Good thing my boss is a nice guy...

I think I'm going to go to the new writers club meeting. "Alliance of Writers and Editors..." AWE--Get it? I wanted to start a club, but Prof. Flakey told me somebody was on it, and sure enough...I expect they expect I'll be there. But there will be pizza and soda, which means, hey, free lunch!

Oh, here comes Willow again with her plaintive whining. I wish I knew why my stand-offish baby turned into a whining little princess.

I was disappointed in the Oscars last night. The only person in a truly hideous dress was Uma Thurman. Everybody else looked pretty decent, and a few were elevated to rather stunning. Johnny Depp was extremely classy last night and so very yummy. *sigh* and Jude Law was more than easy on the eyes. And I think Bill Murray should host next year. That would rock.

I'm getting anal and bitchy in my old age.

The club I mentioned before was supposed to meet at noon. I was there at 11:50 and waited until 12:10. I don't know what it is about this school that makes people think time is relative, and I may have to put up with this shit from professors, but I don't have to put up with it any other time. If the person putting this together doesn't care enough to be there on time, then I can't care enough to show up at all.

Well somebody sure dropped that ball...

On Thursday, W called when I was at work, in tears, explaining her grandfather had died and she's going to be in Boston until Tuesday and can we take care of her shift? I assured her we'd cover it. I dutifully told G and K, the people in charge of such things. K is just a student worker, but she recently was "promoted" to um...some stupid title they made up, but it basically means it's her problem when somebody can't come to work. This, like I said, was Thursday evening.

So just now I get a call from work and they ask if I can come in tonight. Um, no. Why didn't you ask me earlier today when you saw me? You know, when I was actually on campus? I'm not driving all the way back in the rain, bud.

"Well we just found out she couldn't make it."

Wrong.

I might have agreed if she hadn't said that. I don't blame her personally, but the people in charge of such things had Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday morning to work out tonight's shift. I hate being called at the "last minute" when there's no reason for it.

I was feeling pukey and gross

But then I watched The Daily Show and that made me feel much better. I'm in love with Colbert tonight.

So I'm working on my play now. I'm amazed at how easy it is to write. It's just...pouring out of me. Of course, I don't have any idea of what I'm doing, but there it is. I have the first two scenes done and despite the lateness of the hour and the fact I have to go to the campus tomorrow at 8 and stay until 7 (ugh!) I might write the 3rd and final scene of act 1.

Aren't you excited? I bet you're so excited you wet yourselves.