Prepoceros

I am teaching four nights, three in a row. It would’ve been five, thanks to Humberto, but I will be blissfully unavailable on account of a long-scheduled tutoring lesson.

My car is sick. Have I mentioned this? Possibly. It started making a funny noise, and then the check engine light came on. It went into the shop today, and the mechanic said not only did he not hear a noise, but when he drove it around a bit, the check engine light turned off. THERE WAS A NOISE. I am not a hypochondriac about my car. Okay, maybe a little bit, but seriously, it was whirring and clicking. Abnormally.

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Okay, so I don’t have a TV, and in general I find local news sensational and useless. In the morning I check the national news, read some blogs, and go about my business. If it’s raining outside when I leave the house, I bring an umbrella. If it starts raining later in the day, I suck it up and get wet.

Imagine my surprise, then, when half an hour ago I stopped at the library to check my email, only to find a brand-new message from the administration that due to the incoming Tropical Storm Humberto, the university will close at 5:00 and won’t reopen until noon tomorrow at the earliest. A couple minutes later my boss called to discuss the possibility of cancelling my LSAT class tonight. (The jury’s still out on that one, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed.)

Humberto? Never heard of him. So I head to wunderground, pull up the radar, and boom:

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I seem to have strained my eyes, or at least that’s what it feels like. For the last little while, any time I’m on the computer for more than an hour I get headaches and feel nauseated. I feel that way now, in fact, so there won’t be much more of this typing thing. It’s as good an excuse as any to go to bed—I’m a little behind on sleep.*

My point, I think, is that this is frustrating. It means I’ll have to start making blog-reading the LAST thing I do when I sit down at the computer, not the first, otherwise I’ll spend my hour or more without accomplishing anything. Sigh. My life is so hard.

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