It's okay. Sophia was so sick yesterday she spontaneously took a nap, which is kind of like, oh, the president of Egypt spontaneously stepping down and also passing out KitKats and Susan B. Anthony dollars, and today I'm letting the kids wallow in old-school Sesame Street DVDs. The Flying Fairy School can go pound sand, because the old ones? With the Ladybug Picnic*and Alan Arkin and the eight-minute-long free-form piano jazz playing over a montage of two seven-year-olds riding their bicycles through New York City to the zoo all alone and without helmets? They are the kind of vicarious childhood I want for my girls.
New Sesame Street doesn't actually seem to be about childhood in the same way. More about selling organic juice boxes and toilet seats with scuba diving Cookie Monsters** on them. Not that we don't sometimes watch it, but you know -- I used to loathe Elmo's World and now it's like the most tolerable thing on there! Elmo, onetime newcomer, has become the venerable statesman of the puppets. (I always hated Telly.)
Anyhoodle, I am just sitting around mildly ill in the clothes that I flung away in disgust yesterday because they stank, and then I just went ahead and put them back on after my shower yesterday assuming that having washed the stank off myself the clothes would be okay, and it was about 50/50 on that but hey, the clothes were already on and when you've got momentum rolling you don't stand in its way. So I stink either again or still, and my face is doing that PMS thing wherein it converts itself to the texture of freshly laid macadam, all greasy and lumpen, and my glasses are covered in a fine mist of grease and skin flakes.
Things is nasty, is what I'm trying to say.
School is requiring a lot of work, not very hard work but large in volume, like a bulky fibrous stool. The kind you'd get if you ate a lot of insoluble fiber such as cellulose which is to be found in fruit and vegetable peels and whole grains, and then drank adequate water. Hey! It's sinking in! And I am so stupid that I signed up for the GRE right smack in the middle of my fullest semester, which means that when I am not summarizing scholarly papers or getting into online pissing contests about the effect of high-glycemic carbohydrate consumption on serum lipid profiles (here's a clue: NOT GOOD) I am solving for x and remembering how to multiply fractions. Which is a lot of fun, actually, but WOW. Busy.
I just accused the cat of having a less-than-fresh kittybutt and you know what it was? IT WAS MY OWN BREATH I WAS SMELLING. I have to go freshen up now. But before I do I will share that I am rather bored of Me and this Blog About Me, and I am considering, after this bulky bolus of work-to-do passes with the peristalsis of time, a Big Change re: Blogging. I know I've threatened to Twit and whatnot before and nothing ever came of it, but I want a new project, and if I can finish all my classes by the end of the summer I will have some serious downtime before I even have to finish my application for nursing school. During which I will undoubtedly get some kind of job, but still. After reading the above description of my general condition, aren't you curious about what kind of style blog a person who wears stank-ass sweatpants might come up with?
*Possibly the finest musical achievement of Western civilization.
**We have one.