women's basketball pool results

Well, neither Casper nor I won nor lost, sadly. The winner had 111 points; I was 3rd with 93. Casper was tied for last for a long time, except then her choice to win it all went to the championship game, so she ended up with 45 points to the loser's 29. None of the 14 brackets picked Maryland to win.

In my pervious post I didn't mention two of the more creative picking strategies:
"SYLVANUS ADOLPHUS - in honor of the impending completion of [my friend's] dissertation, this bracket is named for two young men who attended denominational colleges in the antebellum South - Sylvanus Landrum of Mercer University and Adolphus Mangum of Randolph-Macon College. The picks reflect numerous factors, including the young men's evangelical leanings, their native states, and the extent of the United States at the time they lived. Adolphus of North Carolina wrote a more interesting diary, so his state university prevails over Sylvanus's in the final match-up."

"[My friend's cousin] joins us from Durham, North Carolina. [He] has provided the following summary of his methodology:
- Carolina wins. Duh.
- Duke doesn't.
- Teams with fun names of mascots win (Bowling Green, Golden Gophers, "LaTech")
- Teams I might have seen once win.
- Universities founded by televangelists (Oral Roberts, Liberty) always lose."

Unfortunately, both of these brackets were middle of the pack.

some whining

Sleep news: after a great start to the week, Casper was horrible between 3:15 and 4:45 last night. Awake, crying and whining alternately, a pain in the ass, nothing was right (I repositioned the bunny, the bunny blanket and the soft blanket approximately 47 times), when I got frustrated and tried to tag-team out to mr. flea she howled for 10 minutes. This can't go on. On two levels - I need more sleep than I'm getting, and will need even more in future, and I need to be able to tag-team out to mr. flea, and will even more in future.

Ow news: well, my pelvis only hurts when I stand up and walk. Unfortunately, I have to do that a fair amount. It's just an ache, not killing me, but I'd certainly rather not have it. I also fell off a kitchen stool backwards yesterday AM (I am blaming the cat, for startling me) and landed on my shoulder and hip. As expected, I was fine at the time and today am stiff and sore. Ow.

Mood news: having a bad attitude at work. Got exasperated at someone, who deserved it, but there's no point me getting exasperated when it doesn't accomplish anything. Tired. Dreading having a newborn about. Want a vacation from my life (primarily, anything to do with stress and responsibility, i.e. work and child) at the moment. Financially and practically impossible.

It's not all bad. Casper and I had a wonderful time together yesterday afternoon, cooking dinner. She ate nearly all the green beans I was planning to cook, raw. But I need a break. And some sleep. Don't know how to get either right now.