and she doesn't know why that she runs, but she runs

i'm going to try to write every day for a while. i'm sorry if you're actually reading this.

courtesy of thad via eliza i happen to know that today, april 12, 2006, is look up at the sky day. now this in and of itself is an excellent thing to celebrate, but by cosmic coincidence, today (tonight) is also the best day to watch the full moon, so that rocks. (i think it's actually full tomorrow at noon. what's that about? ok. so that's about we get two nights where you can see the full moon, but it's not THE full moon, you know?)

also, today is the day i can register for fall classes.
i think i'll go do that now.
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i just signed up for four classes. four ENGLISH classes.
and i'm the first one in each class. i do love this post-graduate status. but there's a car outside my office with a license plate that says MOCKBA1 and i felt like they were making fun of me for getting a second bachelor's degree instead of just getting a master's like a sensible person. oh well.

i broke a nail at work today.
i know that i used to do landscaping for a living, but now that i work in a small office in a "pre-civil war era" house (well, no one is quite sure if it's THAT old, but it is old. it has servants' quarters, back stairs and a scary cellar.) it doesn't really come with the territory so much.

we have a back-door. it locks and then you're in a porch-ish thing with a second door and a storm door. this second back-door also locks, but no one has the key so when you come in in the morning you have to go in the front-door.
when i have to go to my boss' office to pick up the copies i'm supposed to type i like to go out the back-door, lock it, and leave the second back-door open so i can get back in that way.

i was going about this brilliant plan as usual. now, the storm door has always been a little tricky; it needs a good push. but then it makes a loud pop and everyone is so quiet there that i hate to do it.
i usually try to do it quietly at first, but today it was taking longer than it should so i threw caution to the wind and was pushing and rearranging my hand and pushing hard and nothing was happening!
my heart started racing and i started to think "oh no! they're on to me. someone has sabotaged the door so i can't get out! i'll have to walk all the way around the building!"
i imagined someone coming up to me and saying "why do you want to go out the back? didn't you spend the money to get a parking pass like the rest of us? is that why you leave every two hours? because you're parked in visitor parking?" and then i'd get fired.

but then i saw that there is some kind of extra latch thing that was preventing the main latch from functioning at its typical low level of functionality. i stuck my little finger in there, moved the latch-y thing and then somehow i slipped and opened the door and broke my nail. it hurt. but i wasn't going to be a baby about it like in the movies. so cliche.
so i just decided to tell you about it.