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I am in a shit mood right now. I do not want to teach this week. The next two days are one of my least favorite classes to teach. Followed by an okay topic but two students. This is just going to be a lousy week, I can already feel it. Yes, I know - self -fulfilling prophecies and all that crap.

Got up in the morning and proceeded to do laundry, clean the office, and rearrange things to make being in here 10-12 hours a day more palatable for me. This office is smaller than the old place and I have been feeling cramped. I also wrapped B's presents for our anniversary next week. We also tried figuring out where we could put bookcases if we got some. The answer is nowhere unless we get really skinny ones. Almost not worth it.

I upgraded our kitchen yesterday. I am tired of all the shit I lost when I got divorced. I had nice things dammit. Yet, I let them go. Fuck that. I decided to do something about it. We went out in the morning to Target to get who knows what, and while we were out B said something about wanting a food processor. Technically we had a chopper but it was a piece of shit. That should have been one of the things we got from oh I don't know, a wedding reception maybe, but we didn't have one. We looked at the ones at Target and I wasn't happy with any of them. If we were going to spend money than dammit we were going to get one that would last. We also looked at Tuesday Morning. Same thing. They had ones, but I felt they were pieces of shit.

When we got back, I dropped B off and went to the kitchen store. There I found one that I liked. I had to debate between a few different models but ended up with a 12 cup Cuisinart. A real fucking food processor. 10 year warranty on the motor. 1000 watts of power. Multiple chopping discs. Something that will last us. I also picked up a new cheese slicer and some stuff for dinner. For dinner I made salmon with grilled asparagus. B hated all of it but whatever. I enjoyed it.

After dinner, watched some TV, got all of last night's new shows. Went to bed. Okay, let's get this damn week over with already. 6 days until Aftershock and a weekend of no sleep.