Sigh.

I slept in as late as I dared today. Finally made myself get up, played with Fizzgigg for a few minutes, then went downstairs to take him out and was greeted with the news about the space shuttle. So I stuck Fizz out in the dogpen and went to see the video footage, and listened to an interview with the uncle of one of the commanders, who had also lost his son in 9/11, and I cried. Then I retrieved my dog and got some coffee and came upstairs to log on, and was immediately irritated by people. All of this before I even had any chance to drink my coffee. What a great day it's shaping up to be.

This was going to be a good day, too. It's supposed to get up into the 70s this afternoon, so I definitely planned to go for a nice, long walk later. Other than that I was going to finish up the remaining DL cds, catch up on my reading for History & Systems, maybe do a little writing. Spend a nice, uneventful, stress-free day just hanging around the house, getting things done at my liesure. Now I'm thinking I may scrap those plans and call Tess up to see if she wants to go to a movie. I suddenly feel the need to get out of the house. Of course, the fact that I have no money might very well make me change my mind again. I've got a gift card to get me into the movie, but I'd have to eat at home before we go, and probably Tess would have to drive, and now that's all sounding kinda depressing and I'm thinking I might stick to my original plans after all. Man, I can't wait till I get my loan check.

Anyway. The space shuttle thing is definitely a tragedy, and I feel bad for the officers' families, and dismayed for what this will probably mean for the space program, and a little weirded out over the fact that the Space Shuttle Columbia no longer exists. But then I realize that probably at this moment on some highway somewhere probably just as many lives, if not more, are being lost in car accidents that the majority of us will never hear about. The only reason this is such a big deal is because the vehicle that had the accident was the space shuttle, and the people inside were astronauts. That might sound a little callous but it's giving me the perspective I need to get on with my day.

In other news, I've only got one scene left to go for my third of DL 3.10. Yay. Then I can start on 3.11. Which I really need to get started on because it's going to be big (not by 3.8 standards, but by single author without a lot of spare time standards) and I can't take forever to get it done. We have to finish DL before the show ends, and I'm warning everybody right now that in the final stretch I'm going to have less patience than ever, and I'm not going to pussyfoot around doing what I need to do to get this story done.

In other non-fic news, I've been volunteered to give my little sister's baby shower. Which makes perfect sense. Don't leave it to the sister with a steady job and extra Mary Kay income on the side -- turn it over to the unemployed student. My attempts to point this out are going unheeded. My mom says she'll help. By "help" I hope she means "pay for the whole thing," because I got nothin'. I just don't get my family's logic sometimes.