October 18, 2011

The University of Texas seems to be trying its hardest to alienate me lately.  First, the Texas football team seems to be crumbling as the season progresses.  Second, the University has imposed countless training requirements on me, Hannah, and Georgia, as well as the rest of the Journal staff, without any basis in necessity for said training.  Finally, today I was slapped with a parking ticket in the garage for which I paid good money for a daily permit.  Despite being an inch away from the cables at the front of the parking space, I was cited for being "extended into traffic," as Brutus's rear end was beyond the rear line.  Now, perhaps my ire is a necessary byproduct of owning a larger than necessary vehicle, but how does the University suggest I park Brutus if none of the spaces are long enough for him to fit?  Am I to hope each daily parking attendant doesn't give me a ticket to pay for this extra space I require (a $35 fine, mind you), on top of the hundreds I have already paid for the permit itself?  It makes little sense and is yet another ticket I intend to appeal.

October 17, 2011

This pizza fail is an entirely accurate illustration of how the entirety of today proceeded.  Seemingly innocuous inattention to small and seemingly insignificant details led to broken, splattered, cheesy, pizza messes throughout the day.  For example, my inattention to the warnings on medications (here, Sudafed) led me to be dehydrated and groggy throughout most of the day.  On the other hand, at least I was no longer sneezy and sniffing incessantly.  As for this particular mess, I was looking forward to making myself a personal pizza for dinner all day, promptly to be followed by a short, early evening nap.  I took care in preparing the pizza with seasonings, different cheeses, the ideal amount of sauce, and even some pesto.  Unfortunately, as I pulled the perfectly baked pizza out of the oven, it began sliding off the foil, broke in half, and wound up in my oven mitt drawer.  Twenty minutes later, I was sulking over a less well-made pizza, knowing I had a really disgusting mess to clean.  So much for my much needed nap.