Tuesday work notes

[taratemima]

Last night I said goodbye to someone I knew but lost touch of. Long
story, involving changes in relationships and my general lameness about social events. I had interesting conversations about languages with limited speakers, Sonnet (which handles information through telephone lines) and other stuff. At least, it was interesting on their end. I hope I wasn't a bore.

Unfortunately, I was kept up by the children of my mother's boyfriend arguing non-stop. At midnight, for God's sakes. Why aren't either of them telling them to keep it down? I yell at them be quiet, I am trying to sleep, but after a few minutes of silence, they go at it again. Need new earplugs, dammit. Only solution, since Mom is too tired to do anything with them and my younger sister besides. Of course, I wonder what a genuinely patient,
nice person would do in the situation. Certainly not toss and turn in her bed and scream "Will you two be quiet? I'm trying to
sleep," while muttering swears under her breath.

Eyes hurt, neck hurts. It frustrates me that my eyes burn so often. I had my eyes examined, they found nothing wrong, but I can never seem to get enough to make my eyes feel normal.

You know what stupid pop culture phenomena gets on my nerves? Real
World Paris. Here are these people in a beautiful city, one that might offer so many opportunities for exploration, and they are arguing about peanut butter. I'd say the same thing about having it set in New York and London, but I can get to NYC or London easier than Paris, so I am only a little less jealous. I'd certainly would be out of the house, finding myself speaking bad French, trying to find good falafel and trying to avoid international incidents, but that would mean lack of what the kids call "drama" and "hooking up," unless I hit on some shopkeeper in Marais (and get both!).
Other reality TV shows I try to ignore, but goddamn, the idea of some ungrateful shit not taking advantage of another country really toasts my Pop Tarts.

I have to call the hospital credit department. I thought I was just
supposed to send them the money, but since I never got the July bill for some mysterious reason, I am now overdue. Fuck.