hiding in my pod
So, I just finished my stats take-home exam and handed it in. Why am I still at school, you might ask? No, I don’t have anymore work for my classes. I have some stuff for my research assistantship, and I may even get to it today. I’m actually still here because I’m hiding from the carpenters. They came yesterday to replace the damaged portion of wall in our bedroom closet and put the shelving back in. Of course they didn’t show up until late in the day (I don’t know when because The Little Red-Haired Girl and I left to donate blood and run errands around 10), and so they didn’t finish yesterday. When we got home around 2 in the afternoon the heat was cranked up to 80, the front door was wide open, and there was no one in our house. For some reason one of the guys had gone somewhere and the other was sitting in his van drumming his fingers. wtf. Anyway, they did a pretty good job of covering up our stuff with plastic, but there is still a fine layer of dry wall dust all over the house. They are supposed to be there again today to actually finish the closet, which will be nice, but I don’t want to be in the house while there is construction going on. I’ll just be pissed if I see them leaving the door open and stuff like that.
I guess I can’t hide out here forever, but at least I will eat lunch before I go home. Who knows what I’ll do when I get home. My office and the bedroom will be off limits, since they are doing work in both rooms. So I guess that just leaves sitting on the couch or cleaning up the kitchen.
Apparently I packed a fork for my yogurt. Oops. It’s slow going, but still effective.
Oh, I should mention that The Little Red-Haired Girl and I had an amazing weekend of hiking, shopping, pictionary, hanging out with friends, and just general quality time. Well-deserved, I think.
Also, the kitchen cricket showed it’s ugly face again this morning. It was just hanging out on the floor in a corner. The Little Red-Haired Girl tried to chase it out with a broom, but it hopped into a crack between the counter and the wall. Yes, there is a crack between the counter and the wall. Have I mentioned how much I hate our apartment?
That’s all for now.
