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In what amounts to awesome news around here, I only feel like I'm swallowing a rusty file some of the time. Great! I like it when the good drugs kick in. Well, some of them; if they all worked, I would not be here making angsty posts to my livejournal.
I've been back at college for a little under four hours, and I've managed to already burn my hand pretty spectacularly; cries of pain, bright red skin, and all. But it was in the service of getting tomato soup, and it was really rather good tomato soup.
Back to building my book fort! It's going to be awesome; I've got so many research books out, I've got a decent wall on the edge of my desk. This, of course, allows me to look at non-research things (like contemporary poetry, or pictures of Milo Ventimiglia) without the worry that someone will see, and tell me to get back to work. Sweet.
I've been back at college for a little under four hours, and I've managed to already burn my hand pretty spectacularly; cries of pain, bright red skin, and all. But it was in the service of getting tomato soup, and it was really rather good tomato soup.
Back to building my book fort! It's going to be awesome; I've got so many research books out, I've got a decent wall on the edge of my desk. This, of course, allows me to look at non-research things (like contemporary poetry, or pictures of Milo Ventimiglia) without the worry that someone will see, and tell me to get back to work. Sweet.