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I should've done laundry yesterday, and didn't. That means I have to do it tomorrow.

My brain hurts every time I think about how much STUFF is going to have to happen in the next four months. Three and a half, actually. I won't say I'm getting too old for this, but I will say that it was a lot easier to do when I was an undergrad and I didn't know what the whole transition from student to workforce entailed. (And I really don't like the trend lately whereby employers know that the people who are applying for jobs are usually desperate, so the company can jerk them around and the applicant has to sit there and take it. The reason companies complain about lack of loyalty from their employees might possibly have something to do with the company's lack of loyalty TO its employees, you think? Never mind, that's a rant for another day.)

We're having CLD class today in the local non-Starbucks coffee shop, but I forget why.

Somebody PLEASE grow me a brain...

What do you mean, the iceberg is too heavy?

Apparently it's definitely the week before spring break. My brain seems to have sprung a leak. At least I found out where my favorite pen got to; apparently I left it in my advisor's office last week. She adopted it, and I reclaimed it. I guess I'm not the only person in the world who likes .3 rollerball pens; I'm just the only person in the world who happens to have a mess of .3 rollerball gel ink refills (due to judicious kleptomania when I left the dental school). Hee hee.

My case study came back, covered in ink as usual. I guess when I get tired of arguing with MultiTerm tomorrow, I'll deal with it.

I'm making chicken soup and it smells like garlic in here. I wish I had more stuff to put in the soup, but I wasn't thinking about making soup when I bought the chicken in the first place. Maybe it'll end up being miscellaneous soup with chicken in it. Soup is good for that.

I'm tired, dammit. I've been tired since Saturday, when the apartment situation started. I'm so tired that I'm considering skipping a class I won't have until Thursday. Thou Shalt Not Skip Graduate Classes, but my brain is going to shut off anyway after about the tenth time the prof says "rezources", and that's usually somewhere around ten minutes into the lecture.

Anybody want to come replace my back for me?