mlle. h. bean

Days pass. Two and a half months until I leave here. The snow is still not falling, and it's supposed to rain next week. Whomp whomp. Getting over a cold. Doldrums? Nah. Just thinking over all the things I do, all of my three jobs, what I want to get rid of so that I actually have some time off. I'll go complain in private now, and stop spreading my whine all over this poor weblog, stop before I go off into huge paragraphs worth of nitpicking and pointless babble.