SOM 130122

Hmmm...don't know where futureme is located, but it's the 22nd here. Am a bit irritated at the moment. It's the culmination of an obstinate cold snap in the weather that won't let up. It's also cloudy so there's no sun. There's no hot water in the house, and the contractor isn't coming until tomorrow. The woman at the post office was such a fucking bitch from hell - rude, insolent, uninterested - that I wanted to lob my pennies directly into her eyes. I don't know what, if anything, is up with R - I hope there is, but part of me is saying, why would there be. I have a bunch of disparate deadlines that are bunched together, and the red tape for them has reached stupid levels. The higher level administrators have gone mad and are creating nonsensical, impractical and ridiculous regulations that have to be adhered to - it means more paperwork from the likes of me, and that paperwork will only be filed away, never to be seen or referred to again. It's a ruse to keep themselves in a jobs. Fuckwads. Anyway, I'm up to high doh with irritation, anxiety, cold, frustration, and longing. Cosmic wish list time: When I receive this letter, I hope that: -all the abstracts and proposals were written and submitted on time. - the red tape was done - but only to the point where they don't interfere with the proposals - I've asked R to go out for a lunch or coffee and whatever happens, it'll be okay. - I will never, ever, have the need to go to that particular corner store post office again. They are dead to me.