Bitchfest

Wow, the amount that today blew....

So I woke up at 5am sweating like I was going to die.  It was 85 degrees.  The heat had gone bonkers.

Turned on fan, went back to ick of sleep. Alarm went off, fell back asleep.  Woke, did the morning thing. 

Rum was shaking and panting on the 2nd floor.  I'd seen that look before.  Picked her up, she was too light and lethargic.

Off to work.

All of Chicago was on the platform.  Bitchy people on the train.  But I did just catch the bus.

That delightful drilling below my desk, my computer locked me out, then my class... just bit.

Well, I started it early, but didn't register that.  So when I was almost finished at 30 mins before class ended I was sort of freaking out.
And I had massive culture clash.  Asian ESL students who do not understand what I am saying do not want to pretend to be baby turtles, or dress up in front of the class.  How I loathe the turtles class.... but after scrabbling and um... showing a turtle shell... and umm... the shark tank... and ummm.... the teeth pulling agony finally ended.

CPS was CPS.  Meh.  I graded quizzes.

Came home.

Rum still didn't look good.  Held her a bit, too cold.  Worse lethargic.  Cried a bit.

Ripped a fingernail off trying to get my shoe on.  Grabbed dinner.

Eat.

Rum terrible.  Bounced back and forth between nest and edge of cage.  Took her out.  She lept, twitchy.  Put her back in the cage and she flailed around, gasped a few times and died.

Freaked the fuck out.....

Today just blew....