Shit is the word for the day...

[tamara_russo]

Started the day at 5.15. Not that I need to get up, but my cat Dolce decided I had had enough sleep, and woke me up and started playing tricks on me - scratching the door and when I open it running away... I almost threw her out the window, or at least played "Cats Football". I truly wanted to kick her.

Got out of the house, missed the bus, got on the next one and seated myself exactly on the only seat on the bus that was wet. Spent half the day with wet pants, and of course I can't miss classes... I hate misfortune.

Classes were long and dull, and in the middle of the day I found something out that pissed me off to the verge of combustion - my project colleague (another student who works on the same project as I am) has already finished his hours on the project (we're supposed to do 90 hours), and he started out after I did. I Went over to the lab to check how could that be, and found out that: first thing he has done less observations than I did, and he has written that each observation has taken him five hours, three hours, four... He is so fucking exaggerating, the little shithead.. No observation takes that long.

Anyway, I finally got home and felt particularly nice towards my mom, so I cleaned the kitchen and the living room and folded the laundry and took the dogs out for a walk and then got home, changed my clothes and went walking with Efrat. On the way I got a hand ache, don't know why, maybe I twisted it or something... Well, I'm off to eat, Cheers. Tami.