I don't wanna...

I have a cold and I feel miserable.  There was no Advil Cold & Sinus in left in the house and my favourite Neo-Citran is not so good for mental alertness so I'm unmedicated and grumpy.

I don't wanna revise the two papers I have on my desk.  Sure the reviewers make good points (for the most part) and sure one of the papers has been on my desk for nearly a year (who gives anyone a year to revise and resubmit??--it means they'll wait a YEAR for it to be resubmitted) but I still don't wanna.

I don't wanna be at work at all.  So far all I've done is read blogs.

I don't wanna go to knit night or the TTC knit along or nothing.  Grump grump grump.

And stuff like this makes me grumpier (while simultaneously reinforcing that my cold is rather minimal in the global pool of what ails people).  A mother should not have to decide between bringing her Canadian daughter to a country which practices genital mutilation or leaving the daughter in Canada in foster care, likely never to see her again.  And spare me the "we can't let everyone in" arguments.  She is here, her children are Canadian, she should stay.  The refugee board recognizes genital mutilation as a reason to grant status to women, this Canadian child should have the right to be free from harm and from separation from her mother.

You can contact the Minister of Immigration here.