Rant

It's so depressing to clean for what feels like forever and then to realize that you've made no visible progress at all. Also, to realize that you've ripped a hole in your last pair of black pants, after the *other* pair of black pants disintegrated at the knee, and all you've got left is jeans which are unsuitable for various things.

The invisible progress counts, of course; it is stuff that needs to get done, if I'm going to be moving in less than a month (and I am!). But It's tiring, and it feels so purposeless, and why on earth do I keep buying sewing shears and then losing them, when they're expensive, so now I have too many pairs?

It's days like this that I feel that I'm only pretending to be a marginally competent human being, and soon I'll be found out for who I am...

Music. Music will help.

Yes, this makes lots and lots of sense, part two!

Every single public library job in North Carolina says that you should really be able to speak Spanish. And yet, UNC won't give me credit for taking a Spanish course.

Like it's my fault I was studying French, Japanese, and Old English when I could have been studying something more useful. ;-)

Ah well. It's not like I've never learned a language by self-study before. I'll just watch a lot of Telemundo.