It would figure that of all times to get the cold of death that seems to be making its way through brochial systems everywhere in NWI lately, I'd get it before the holidays. Top that with being being menstrual, and you've got one bitchy Broad -- so bitchy, in fact, that not only did I keep dramatically moving around to different seats during Purdue Cal's commencement tonight, I stared down a couple who decided to PLAY THE VIDEO THEY JUST SHOT OF THE COMMENCEMENT DURING THE COMMENCEMENT ITSELF(!). The dead fish eye. I swear, when did graduations in NWI become places for people to act like total degenerates!?? Seriously. I don't ever remember my high school OR college graduations being total free-for-alls like that. It was absolutely horrifying. One mother was completely embarassed by her sons' outburst when they called her name, because the audience laughed at them for acting the fools; the one kid looked like he was having a seizure, for God's sake. Oh, and THEN there was the shitstain who replied "Probably 'Death to Americans!'" when his wife asked rhetorically what the Arabic people in the audience shouted as their relatives walked across. C'mon, people. Where's the freakin' decorum!?? Or the better question might be, why the hell didn't I just go early and talk to the graduates BEFORE the ceremony, so I wouldn't have to deal the common folk!?? Note to self for next time ... except it was just so. cold. outside.
That's another thing: How is it that 5, 10 degrees doesn't feel all that bonechilling to me, but get to 22 degrees and I'm complaining like a little bitch!?? Ask Kaffy -- I was doing the same thing last week when she, EWK and I got together for our Christmas exchange. It was, like, 21 or 22, and I was freezing, yet yesterday, I was walking around with my leather jacket wide open and no scarf. It's ridiculous.
So then, I get done covering the commencement, and I figured I stop at the local Weenie Hut to grab a chili weenie and a bowl of soup, for which I'd been dying all day but wouldn't go out to get because, well, see above, and wouldn't you know, the Weenie Hut was closed. At 8:30 p.m. When it's supposed to be open until 9.
Clearly, it was not my day to catch a break.
I guess it's not all bad, though. I mean, it looks like we got Rube's diarrhea problem under control. Oh, and Snidgey's back safely from Germany.