Saturday, April 10, 2010

I Still Hate Drama


Borderline personality disorder. That's the diagnosis. I researched it. Drama queens have borderline personality disorder. Swell. Is there some kind of pill I can slip those people to cure it?

To get my mind off the drama queens in my life, I went to the French film A Prophet. Two and a half hours of subtitles for Farsi, Corsican and French. Maybe more. Hard to tell. It was an interesting bit of entertainment, but totally lacking in characters I could care about. Mostly just a bunch of male drama queens with knives and guns.

We did have fun at the shelter this morning, training staff and then showing a troop of Girl Scouts how to bottle feed tiny kittens. We have a total of 27 of them right now, all out in foster homes. All between the ages of a few days and about 2 weeks. Oh my! I'll be drug into the action soon, I just know it. I'm on the list.

In the meantime, I'm reading The Iliad, but not cooking. Why can't a day be 30 hours long? Why can't I survive on 3 or 4 hours of sleep a night? Why won't the drama queens all go away and pester someone else? Why do I keep griping about them?

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