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Yesterday was Not Fun, and I really want to know where the $300 that was keeping me from worrying about rent went. I got it sorted out, but I was a basket case for a while there. Then I went off to my Tuesday night class, which was sillier than usual since we were supposed to have a guest lecturer, but she had the flu, so the regular prof got to talk about interpreting, and had a lot of funny stories (and some less funny ones) on the subject. By the time the class was over, I was hungry, so I came home and made soup of sorts, and spilled it over my left hand, and burned myself. I was all set to get some actual work done last night, but somehow I didn't, and I wound up going to bed at 1:00 this morning.

For some reason my brain decided that 8:00 was a perfectly reasonable time to be up, so I got up and did the normal morning stuff (breakfast and e-mail and online newspapers), and called the Art department and got more work. I'm looking at having more work in November than I've had so far, put together. Anyway, I got odds and ends of work done this morning. After lunch I was sitting here doing my reading for tonight, and all of a sudden I just want to go back to bed for a couple of hours. That would be a bad idea, though. I don't need my sleep schedule any more messed with than it already is. I think the fact that the sun was out this morning had something to do with how early I woke up.

( General financial thoughts )

Ye gods, am I tired. Six more hours and I can go to bed.