… that’s what my apartment’s pipes were today. arid. as in, containing and trafficking no water. but it happened all of a sudden – it was the weirdest thing.

Krista Vannoy, a fellow-music-major-chum from TU days, came to visit and crashed at my place last night. good times – good discussion (I came in with a crisis and the three of us – me, Krista, and Bethany – talked through it), good movie (Runaway Jury – I *love* Cusack movies), and plenty of water to drink and to do dishes with (both for pots hand *and* the rest in the dishwasher).

this morning, there was enough water for Beth’s shower and teeth, for Krista’s teeth and face, for a couple of toilet flushes, and for me to get my hair all soaped up with shampoo in the shower. then… argh! the water pressure starts waning… I noticed and start rinsing, figuring it was because of the storms last night. then the stream starts really looking really pathetic and starts pouring straight into the shower-caddy-thing. I ripped that off and finished rinsing my hair as the usually-very-nice water pressure tapered off to mere drips and dried up completely.

I had to brush my teeth using a cup of refrigerated (why do we spell “refrigerated” and “refrigerator” the same but not “fridge”? from whence comes the “d” by the “g”?) and filtered water because I didn’t have enough time in the shower to brush my teeth (which I normally do while the conditioner sets in).

called the apt. office, which now doesn’t open until 9, and left a message. their hours used to be 8-7, and now it’s 9-6. while I don’t begrudge them their now-normal hours off, I *do* hope they’ve fixed my water by the time I get home. what if I have to go to the bathroom?!

so, let’s talk about being inconsistent. ooh… or maybe about being consistent in inconsistency. let me preface by saying that this always happens and that it drives me crazy. =)

our deadline – the one we’ve been working toward for a LONG time, the one that made me miss seeing Kristen while she was in the states, the one that I stayed late every night this and last week to make, the one for which all my work was done – that deadline – has been pushed back a week. that’s right, folks. a week. I was given, at the last minute, a ton of work to do, but finished it (roughly – not polished – but finished) by the night before the “deadline.” and we’re moving back a week.

you may say, “that’s all well and good – at least you can polish your work and retest everything, Tara. things aren’t that bad.” but if you say that, I’m going to say that you’re wrong. next week, we’ll *still* be working late and pushing like crazy to get things finished. mark my words. if I’m wrong, I’ll… tell you I’m wrong or give you a cookie or something. =)