cornerofmadness

So it warmed up just a tiny bit this morning just enough to rain. Freezing rain. Did they cancel school? Screw that. Get in here. Half way there there's a guy going TOO slow (caution yes, horse and buggy slow with no lights in your grey SUV, no) and the salt truck spun out trying to get around him. It's at this point I hear it's a level 2 snow emergency but I'm committed. Do or die. I get there and I'm walking up with students and one is telling me about a bizarre wreck she stopped and tried to help (car still running on its side...no one there) and I'm thinking WHY am I going up the sidewalk. I walk out on the textured grass and the students go 'wow that's smart.' Yep, that's why I make the big bucks.

THEN it heats up to the mid-50s and the winds were so strong I was skidded off to the edge of the road three times and now it's going to snow. Brilliant Mother Nature. Take a bow.

I have lost my muse. I'm finding this very disturbing. I've not written much of anything in weeks. Soon I won't have time to write. I feel like I'm getting in my own way. It doesn't help I have no reading outlet either. The downside (for me) of winning Goodreads giveaways is that I feel I MUST finish it and I have a popular YA right now and this time I mean it. No. More. Dystopias. Red Rising in the first 50 pages is so terribly predictable and boring. How is this SO popular?

Mom sent me a bunch of houses to look at. Maybe I'll link them tomorrow. They all look like trailers. Dad tried to help then gave up and sent me job ads and said 'get out of there.'

I would like to because the rodent is building it's nest in the ductwork again. Today there is fiberglass all through both bedrooms. I've picked parts of the nest out of the grates FIVE times since 5 o'clock. I itch all over from the fiberglass. It's in my lungs, eyes and hair and now I have to sleep in a room that could have another blow out (because I can't sleep on my couch forever). Landlord has NO interest in fixing this. I think I'll mention that it's stripping this fiberglass from his PIPES. If they burst it's not MY problem. Go close off the mother fucking ductwork from the damn raccoon/opposum. IT's too big for a mouse. I can hear it sometimes and I jump up and down by the grates and it runs.

One day, I promise, I'll have a happy post. Pray it's tomorrow because that's the day I go to see if diabetes is making me bleed into the back of my eyes.

declutter day 323 item tossed- Night head genesis #1 why kept-Wanted to read why tosed-It was ok and it looks like it stopped after book 3