I was M.I.A. earlier this week because George was S.E.D. — Suffering Explosive Diarrhea. On two separate walks last Friday, George gobbled two unidentified objects while we were walking through student neighborhoods. He swallowed them before we could dig them out of his mouth and so on Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday he was constantly shitting and exploding.

It was hilarious, sad, and disgusting all at the same time. He would explosively fart and startle himself, turning in circles and sniffing his bum, confused at what his rear end was doing. We came home from an early dinner with friends on Saturday evening to juicy cowpies strewn about our bedroom floor. We went through three loads of towels the next two nights and on Tuesday morning we took him to the vet. We brought in a stool sample and they ran some tests, gave us some anti-diarrhea pills and special food, said he probably was getting it out of his system, and sent us home. He’s much better now.

Later on Tuesday I met up with an old friend who was in town for the afternoon. We haven’t seen each other for a couple years and it was good to see her — and her little friend who put everything within his reach into his mouth. She apparently reads this site, but for some reason or another has yet to leave a comment, dammit. You know who you are.

Wednesday I spent most of the day and night writing a five-page Internet research paper that was due Thursday for feminist theory, the slacker that I am. Yesterday I spent the day and night writing an analysis paper for social theory that is due at 3:30 today. Damn, do I rock.

The Partner went down to Indianapolis Wednesday for a convention through work and will be coming home later this afternoon with a FREE iPOD. FREE iPOD, folks. FREE. I don’t think my attempts to get him to give it to me are working, but I think I can hold out for XMas.

To top off this rather shitty week, at 12:15 AM, while walking downstairs to get some more water and take a break from writing the paper due today, my foot slipped and I slid down a few stairs. Really, I came crashing down with all my weight onto the right side of my lower body. It was bound to happen sometime seeing as how I haven’t fallen down stairs since my early childhood. I have a huge bruise on my right ankle and a very gnarly bruise/bulge on my outter right thigh.

I say: Fuck This Week, It’s Over.

I’m pretty sure we’ll be hanging out my with 21-year-old cousin, Amanda, and her partner at the local bars tonight (I’ll most likely be the shit-faced one of the bunch), and then this weekend I have to read The Road to Serfdom by F. A. Hayek and write a three-page analysis paper comparing and contrasting the course of slavery through the writings of Las Casas, Marx & Engels, and Hayek. Oh, and three two-page journal entries for feminist theory. Both for Tuesday of next week.

Have I told you about how much I hate this semester?

1. Against Me! – Baby, I’m an Anarchist!
2. Tracy Chapman – Hard Wired
3. Cindy Lauper – She Bop
4. Me First and the Gimme Gimmes – Walk Like an Egyptian
5. Ms Jade (featuring Missy & Timbaland) – Get Your Big Head on the Floor
6. Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire – St. Francis Reel
7. Portishead – Earth Linger
8. Prince – Kiss
9. The Beta Band – Won
10. Modest Mouse – Jesus Christ Was an Only Child