it’s a bit ominous when you go to class and the teacher tells everyone he has cancer and won’t be teaching the class for the rest of the semester. you kind of sit there and just stare at him. then he says he might be ok if it doesn’t spread after the kidney removal surgery. like any good mathematician, everything boils down to strict logic. but how else do you cope with the stress of terminal circumstances?
i also learned today that i would rather spend a fortune on home repairs than have to deal with some jackass property management company that never gets anything done. oh, stuff does get done, but it’s always on their timetable. this includes waiting months and then getting a phone call from one of the repair people wanting to do the work that same day, having given no notice. would it kill you to call 2-3 days in advance to find out when someone might be home? i could just kill something right now!
but i won’t kill daisy, because even though she shredded that diet dr pepper can better than any paper shredder or lawn mower could, it was our fault for not taking her for more walks and getting her the exercise she needs. at least, that’s what the dog whisperer told me in my dreams.