Roar.

I almost felt guilty over writing a post about things that were pissing me off.

Then I got over it.

So, without further ado... I present to you today's shit list.

Dude on the train. Dude, the train was busy. I had to stand in front of you merely due to the placement of the pole. Contrary to your apparent beliefs, this does not make me your personal lapdancer. As such, the blatant slow up-down-up-down humping-me-with-your-eyes leer was not appreciated. Show some damn restraint.

My bangs. It's muggy enough already. It doesn't help that the second my forehead squeezes out even a bead of sweat, my bangs get soaked, and make me look like a wet dog.

Rolling backpacks. Really? How lazy have we gotten that we need wheels on the tiniest of bags? And how awkward are these things in a busy space??

Canada's Olympic medal count. *cringe*

Stir crazyness. I've taken the whole grad student identity far too seriously. At the moment, I've been stricken by remarkable number of clients not showing up for appointments with me (I guess sunshine is more appealing than psychological assessments-- who knew?). I am also doing a lot of waiting-- for my supervisor to get back from a month away from email, for a revised manuscript from another prof, etc, etc. This leaves me with not much to do until the emails and clients start rolling in... but feeling too guilty to fully take time off pre-holidays. So I have been wasting time on stupid, uninvolving tasks, like reading articles that may be useful in the future, and generally going stir crazy when stuck in my lab or my office. I wish I could either be busy or be comfortably on holidays-- not some weird guilt-induced limbo!

Limping. This story epitomizes my lack of grace. I have been going to the gym a few times a week for the past three or so month. Yet, we get a Wii fit, and I don't stretch well before using it, and end up seriously straining my quad.

That's right-- I hurt myself on a videogame, rather than at the gym.

And now I have a sexy limp.

The worst thing about a limp is that you can't help but try not to limp-- which not only makes you hyperaware of the usually automatic motions of walking, but usually makes the limp that much more exaggerated.

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We're out of town this weekend for a wedding and a mini-holiday. I have actually suggested the unthinkable... that we leave our laptops behind. I don't know if we are 100% on board, but I kind of like the idea of something keeping me away from email and blogs, and forcing me to read a book or take a walk instead.