Made it through the first week of school. And in insane week it was, beginning with a week and a half ago, when southern california went up in flames (again). This is something that happens pretty much every year, some part of SoCal burns. But the "Station Fire" got very, very close to my home, and Saturday the 29 my area got mandatory evacuation orders that were not lifted until Tuesday the 1st. Since I started school again the 31st, that was a great amount of fun. But I'm home, the poor traumatized kitties are back home, and my place didn't burn down. Yay!
I'm sharing three classes with my ex...we have so far simly ignored the other's existance, not looking at each other, not speaking to one another. I think I said "bless you" to him when he sneezed once. Ingrained reaction to someone sneezing. I feel like I should have said "curse you" instead. This is stupid. Why won't he at least acknowledge what happened and that it hurt? That's all I really want, and is it so much to ask? GRRRRRRRRRRRR
Okay, done venting....I need to go to target and buy a pretty gift bag.