you hear the bitchin' so my friends don't have to.

Things are piling up pretty quickly here. I have my two part-time jobs, and have been taking a cataloging course on-line. Starting next week, I'll be adding in an on-campus course as well. Plus I need to create my poster for the SAA meeting in DC in three weeks, get the exhaust system replaced on my car, and take my cat in to the vet to get his weird hair loss checked out. I volunteered to work up in Mpls this weekend for the Day of Music, as a way to see all my old friends up at the Hall, and to hang out with Kathy (she's becoming my best friend which I'm sure would disconcernate her. is that a word??). And I'm in charge of herding my fellow workerbees at the Conservation Lab into an outing to APT before one of them leaves for a year abroad. Then there is following the Rollins Band all over the midwest, right when classes are wrapping up. I have been waiting for almost 10 years to see this incarnation of the band play out, and they'll be opening for X, but in my mind I'm dreading the timing of it all. If they came thru here just one week later... There's just too much stuff packed into the next month. Its like when there have been no good shows in your town in months, and then there are five you want to see all on the same night. I hate that!!!!!

When I was in my 20s this kind of overload would have been no problem, but now in my 40s I just don't have the tolerance for it that I should. Growing older is for the birds. Sometimes I think coming back to school was a mistake. In my old life I had finally reached a point where things were paid off and I ws making headway towards having nicer things. Whatever possessed me to leave and go back to school? And in library science, something I have zero experience in? It would have been nice if the school had said up front, 'Look, without a history background, you will never find an archives job, no matter what we say to the contrary later.' The only good part of it was that I sold my house before the housig market balloon deflated. Of course, I'll never be able to afford a house again...

Ok, I think I've gotten some of the badess out of my soul for a few hours. Thanks for tuning in..