Moojinorbit

Still have foregone all the tasty and comforting carbohydrates, and have cramps, so am mildly cranky.

Per the monthly ritual, I am knocking over, breaking, or running into everything in my path.

Stepping into the shower, I see that there is a layer of dust on my floorboards.

I have sudden and powerful urges to scrub my entire house from basement to roof.

I resist such urges because I have a lot to do today. I promise myself a cleaning frenzy as reward for work completed.

Did I mention I have to prepare a 90 minute talk to “retired and semi-retired” folks–i.e., seniors, which I’m scheduled to present Thursday morning? What was I thinking.

The little piles on my desk are intensely distracting. I want to fix them but resist.

I read and surf the net in preparation for talk.

Remembering something I wanted to double-check, I make a call to an administrator at school and am told that the money that my letter said would be available July 1, 2008 is technically available; however, it will not actually be available for me to use for the salary I REQUESTED for until August 1, 2008. That means I may have no July paycheck, which is unacceptable.

I’m scheduled to leave for Spain in July. The trip is free, but I still need to pay my bills and be able to eat in the cities we visit.

I try not to freak out. I will try to figure out something through the Dean’s office.

Oh no, another summer of intense meditating on opening the money channel. I thought I’d opened it!

I reach lunchtime, make a meal that makes a very large mess.

I obsessively clean the mess trying not to freak out.

I go outside to read my pile of papers in the sun. Go inside to answer the phone. The wind blows the papers all over the backyard.

Fucking-A.

Someone’s knocking on the door. I go get it, knocking over a glass and running into a coffee table on the way.
Two young women. They want to tell me about Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ.