11:25 p.m. Sunday - Bat update III: Live bat fucker was in my bedroom AGAIN!!! Freakin' little brown piece of shit. Yes, I screamed my head off AGAIN!!! I slammed the door shut and put towels at the bottom of the door hoping to trap it in there (I sent a desperate email to my parents for them to take care of it while I'm gone - isn't that swell of me?). I'm now going to sleep in the other "dead bat - now gone" room. Totally sucks. Bat fuckers. 9:47 p.m. Sunday - Bat update II: The dead bat is now gone and out of my house (thanks to P & M). I believe the live bat is still wushing around this place somewhere, but I have no proof - just instinct. Last night I crashed on the sofa. I simply couldn't bring myself to go upstairs. Tonight I'm gonna brave it and sleep in the "bat cave" bedroom because I have to get up SUPER DUPER early to pick up J and head off for the high seas. Hopefully, it will be a vermon free night. Be cool! Off the hook...1:38 a.m. Saturday - Bat update: Now there is a fucking live one flying around the house and it almost flew into my head while I was sleeping. Actually, I think the wing went right into my hair on the left part of my head, which now leaves me with gross bat wing hair that I'll have to wash with latex gloves because I probably have bat rabies or bat egg rabies. Bat fuckers!!!!!! I'll never be able to sleep again. Yes, I screamed. I'm tired. And now I want to cry or kill something AND I'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO TOUCH MY HAIR AGAIN! Due to my pending list of things to do, temporary depression, writer’s block, and dead animal removal responsibilities, this will be a short entry.There is a dead bat on the window sill of our upstairs guest room. I should remove it, but I can’t. Dead animals paralyze me. Too many times I’ve faced a dead animal I’m supposed to “remove” and I just can’t do it. Bunnies, birds, skunks, bats, mice, squirrels, etc. The problem is I’m leaving early Monday morning to go sailing, and I should probably remove it beforehand. I could call one of my friends, but that’s a nuisance. No one wants to remove dead animals. Then you feel obligated to give them a beer or buy them a car. So, now I’m stuck with this problem and it’s an added burden to my current list of 47 things I need to finish before I leave Monday morning. It’s super weird that I have so many bat encounters when the German is gone. I wonder what the hell that means. Jesus. Pet peeve: Email messages from administrators that include the same message attached as a word doc, a screen print of something that we can look up ourselves, and multiple text colors used for emphasis as if we're in the first grade. What the fuck?
I have this “wife beater” bruise on my upper left arm that I’m kind of digging. I have no idea why. Maybe it’s sort of quasi-tattoo like. It has this thuggish look that I find appealing. Yesterday, I almost darkened it with some purple and black makeup just to keep it going for awhile. It’s really fading now and I’m bummed out by it. I may try the makeup routine.
I spent almost one week trying to write a one-page proposal. How frickin' ridiculous is that? It's incredible how stupid you can turn when you're out of the work loop for awhile. I started writing this thing like a book report from 5th grade: Introduction/Body/Conclusion. And every word was a monosyllable. It was so tardish that I LOL reading it. It’s still pretty putrid, but it’s improved over the last week and several agonizing hours I spent on it for a lousy 475 words. Man alive.
PSM provided me with five words she wanted me to use in a piece of writing. This was actually quite fun. I gave myself 2 minutes to write something – anything – even if it was incorrectly used. Here is the list of 5 words and my 2 minute free write:
Hexagonal
Frisson
Ward Churchill
Labile
Zeitgeist
“Ward Churchill was sitting in his hexagonal office at home when frisson set in at the realization he was going to be reinstated at UC-Boulder. Despite his dissent and opposition to campus administration, Churchill is labile in this particular situation. It is a zeitgeist moment in higher education.”
Winner of the dirty haiku? FRED! They were all good, but he really put forth an extra effort and submitted a total of 7. You will get something from me at some point.
Last entry for awhile. Setting sail on Monday...
