embracing my inner fob/dag

I had to drive to uni today (listening and singing along to very fobby very 90s Hong Kong pop) to hand in my late and very late essays. Then I drove home (again listening and singing along to very fobby very 90s Hong Kong pop) and tried to work some more on my other very late essays. I managed to download and print two more articles to enlightened me a little more about the politics of cultural tourism in Thailand. I received and read an email that made me :D Then I tried to respond to the email and only got half way through it before I had to go to work. Then I drove to work (singing even more loudly along to above mentioned pop). Work was boring but I got six appointments in the one hour that I was doing appointment calls and then I did some 68 confirmation calls. That means I called a total of 95 people tonight. *parroted out* and it's only Monday... *sigh*

Drove home singing happily about sad things.

Came home to a somewhat... blah reception.. why are people so inconsistent? why are people so hard to read?? why does this have to be so confusing???

grumble grumble grumble