Someone who works in my particular section of the university (the [REDACTED] school of natural resources and the environment) has the last name provost, and she is not actually the provost, and getting emails from her is confusing
I don’t have a racist relative here at this thanksgiving dinner, but I do have a dad with an unfortunate tendency towards armchair philosophy and a keen interest in the mechanics of black american identity who doesn’t comprehend the idea of a philosophical conundrum being out of his lane and takes people not wanting to talk about it as an intellectual challenge
there is actually No information on this assignment online anywhere, unlike every other assignment I have had in the last 2.5 years. how long is it? what document are we supposed to write it based off? what sort of style do they want it in? it is a mystery. either have been at the 9am in week 10 of the term where he explained this for two hours (that I missed for mental health shit) or be gone I suppose! (I will email him I am just. grouchy.)
i'm having a flare and spent the whole day in bed. i've been up for 2 hours and already it's too painful to sit in chairs and i have to go lie down again. chronic pain is so boring!
i moved all my shit to get my bed out from where the roof is leaking and so far it hasn't leaked one bit since i moved shit. makes it feel like it was all wasted effort.
surrounded by thanksgiving leftovers which I have no appetite for... I got my flu shot, I don't deserve this illness :(
I overslept this morning and consequently missed my personal training appointment. -_- I was on a such a good three times a week workout streak too :(
I got a Discord notification on my phone that someone is wrong on the internet but because Discord is currently completely unusable until such time as Google unborks their cloud service, I can't tell them they're wrong on the internet.
Boy, it would sure be great if I could sleep through the night without waking at least twice (though four or five times is more usual) I just want blissful uninterrupted unconsciousness, is that too much to ask?
Gods, what a mood. A thing I've said on this matter before: "At this point, I'm about ready to ask you to rock me to sleep. With a very big rock." I was not entirely joking. If there were a way to reliably knock someone into unbroken unconsciousness like in the movies I'd punch *myself* in the face.
The construction outside is really really loud and is literally rattling my house. It's horrible and I have to take my dogs out where it's even louder
Ancient aliens web sites. Ooh, look! Ancient Egyptians drilled holes in rocks, there's no way they could have done this with only copper tools! On the first page of a Google search I found a paper from 1983 detailing an experiment in which copper tubes with a slurry of emery and olive oil both cut efficiently and left the exact same tool marks. Must be aliens!!!
A part of me always wants to ask those people why it is that they're so convinced the Egyptians and Aztecs must have needed extraterrestrial help to build their buildings but they're totally willing to accept that the Romans could make a building that's been in continual use since 126 AD, but I know it would just encourage them. (The answer is racism.) (I've also never seen one suggest that Mesoamerica got their advanced dental surgery technology from aliens, just the totally unprecedented idea of building small things on top of big things.)
everywhere I've worked, I've always had at least one coworker who's into the ancient aliens crap. at this point I've given up explaining that the pyramid has been re-invented by literally every small child ever given access to building blocks.
my delicate mid-twenties digestive system is no longer letting me eat whatever i want if i can't devour two consecutive bowls of frosted mini wheats cereal without getting a stomachache than what is even the point