cornerofmadness

It starts with a certain furball who didn't come in the door fast enough and got his tail caught. In revenge he pushes open the bathroom door and MUST, simply MUST rub on my legs while i'm obviously busy sitting in there

Then his tail seems to find it impossible to not be up my nightgown as i brush my teeth. Then while I'm putting on the make up I seem him attacking the huge stack of graded stuff and he has a piece of paper that he is killing and carrying like a mouse. My megamillions lottery ticket as it turns out. Drop it Roy. I might not have to go to work any more! (I do)

Finally, I'm putting on my shoes. The ties to my shirt are dangling between my legs. I see his pupils get huge about three seconds before the attack. if I ever wanted a clit ring now is the time.

I go to work. I run around like a headless chicken because EVERYONE has to know what their grade is (um dudes, it's the final, it's too late to care NOW)

Usually my final in principles goes well, usually everyone is over th 70%. This time out of 25, there are 8 failures. SEVEN did not know where a baby develops in the woman and SIX answered the question of what develops one month into the pregnancy (placenta which I took some time explaining WITH pictures) FALLOPIAN TUBES. That's right ladies, we don't develop them until a month after we're pregnant.

Spent some time bashing my head against the floor then decided screw it, time to go get hair dye because I'm not going to the interviews looking like Rogue with a huge white streak. Now I have beautiful auburn hair with a big copper streak. GAH.

Oh and one test isn't done and neither lecture has even been started for the interview. I may not sleep tonight.