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| Stupid sweaterTuesday, Nov. 29, 2005 @ 9:36 a.m. You know you've gone off the deep end when you start getting angry and screaming at inanimate, non-living objects that seem to be defying you. The weather has become quite cold, so I have been wearing a sweater at home. Last night, I needed to do the dishes, so I rolled up my sleeves and went ahead with the chore. My sleeves slipped down, which brought out a pet peeve of mine: Touching any part of my clothing with wet hands. But I had no choice, and it was either that or wash the dishes with soaked sleeves. And I was especially bothered by every little thing, because I was (and still am) very stressed out with the amount of work I had to do. I have a ton of application essays to write, I have two research papers, and two exams. All due this Wednesday. Anyway, I rolled up my sleeves again and resumed doing the dishes. They fell down. I rolled them up again. They fell down. I turned them inside out so that they would wrap around my arms more tightly. They fell down. I snapped, gave out a blood-curdling grunt, and abruptly took the sweater off as if it was on fire. I slammed it on the floor, and I screamed at it. I screamed at my sweater. Somebody call the men in the white coats. Yoohoo... - Wednesday, Dec. 23, 2009 |