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Drafted, at least, on the Downeaster. Allegedly we have WiFi, but I’ve gotten disillusioned by the Commuter Rail, where the trains have it...but it doesn’t work with any reliability. Probably Amtrak is better at that, but we’ll have to see.

I’m writing this on the train because while at least part of this post should have been written, ooo, last Friday, it kept being put on various mental to-do lists, which I would then procrastinate on, and so only get the most critical items done. Blogging, of course, is NOT mission-critical. But now I’m on a train; I’m going to be here for (if I’m lucky) the next 2 1/2 hours; so I have no more excuses!

( Well, except for stupid, Welsh-speaking owls.)
( “Anyway.” )

Various, in no particular order:
-It's hell week at work. One of those weeks where you get 1000+ packages in a day, and the lines of students waiting to pick them up wrap around the staircase, and everyone's working overtime...every day.
Next week will probably also be hell week.

- Another symptom of this is that the longer-term employees are temporarily ignoring the finer details of the dress code. In my case, this is partly because I realized that the job has killed my shoes, and the state of my shoes is probably the real culprit in killing my knee.*
We will see whether a week of not wearing them helps. Meantime, I should find new shoes. And perhaps also a good shoe repair place.

- My Mom is coming in for a state visit on Saturday. This would be cool, except for the fact that it means I have to actually clean my room. And figure out what we're doing. Mom wants to go to my "favorite breakfast place". This vision does not, unfortunately, square with the facts. I do not go out for breakfast when at home: I am poor, I make very good pancakes, and going out for breakfast takes time that I could spend on job applications, computer games, bellringing, or sleep. Also, while my neighborhood has some excellent breakfast places, this is a fact known to everyone else in Camforville, and so spending an hour standing in line outside Sound Bites or Ball Square Cafe is very much the done thing; but I don't think that's quite what Mom had in mind...

- Distracting myself from all this by planning my birthday party.


* For the short-term problem. I may still want to see a physical therapist, because while the shoes may be the source of the IMMEDIATE, can't-run-and-also-pain flair-up, this is also a long-term issue.