The Stars and the Cookie Jar

Yaaaaaaagh!

I'm going to vanish on Monday, I really need a computer, I want to see POA, I need work shoes while I'm at it, I think I made an enemy today, I want to quit and go home, I don't have any idea how I'm going to be getting around, my mother's in a fit, and my current computer sort of died while I was at work -- training everybody and their monkey -- and lost two pages of Vilna stuff. I have no idea if I even want this job anymore. I have no idea about anything. Most likely I will leave Birmingham with new work shoes but without a computer, so bear all that in mind.

Monday, I'm not ready for it to be Monday...

Our regional coordinator is named Jack. He's really quite nice, but I was so frazzled today when I talked to him, all I could think of was naw, we named the monkey Jack!  I like him -- it's just so indicative of my mental state at that moment, you know? Utter fruitcake.

Someone ask me for a translation of something. A favorite bit of the Aeneid, or some Vilna; maybe doing that for someone will help center my mind.