The hockey game was great, Maine won, and my tickets were in the same section as Ray Bourque’s, and that is how I learned who Ray Bourque was.  (His son plays for BU.)  The low for yesterday was -29, BEFORE wind chill, and while it has warmed up, it’s still damn cold.

Also, the most major way that 9/11 has affected me (someone who didn’t lose anyone, and honestly can’t fathom such an event because I live in, you know, Maine.) is that whenever the networks run a "breaking news!" cut-in, I tense up.  However, what constitutes news I need to know, NOW, has turned into the People magazine Special Report, because honestly? That Johnny Carson died, or that Martha Stewart was convicted, is information that can fucking wait until the 6:30 broadcast. Seriously.  There should be some law; if it’s not going to affect the general public, then it’s not that newsworthy.  Deaths of public figures like elected officials or royalty, go ahead, break in and let us know. But Johnny Carson? Did we really need to interrupt the regular schedule for that?

I had nightmares about my job last night, that my old principal was setting me up to quit or be fired, but he was working on orders from my mother’s old superintendent from about 15 years ago.  It really exacerbates the anxiety I’m feeling about my job right now. Thank god the school year is half over.  I so cannot do this for another year, it is SUCKING right now.  I don’t want to elaborate, but just know that it SUCKS ASS.

I just want to get pregnant, thank you, and do grad school, or have a nice little library job, or answer phones somewhere where the people calling are nice and not assholes. 

It’s nice and snowy and all that’s missing for the coze-factor is cookies (I’m out of eggs, dammit) and a baby wearing something adorably fuzzy.  Sigh.