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I keep posting Terri Schiavo entries, and deleting them. One-liners don't do an adequate job of summarizing a deluge of thoughts that I'm sick of thinking. At least now I can stop the morbid hobby of refreshing yahoo news to see if it's all over.
I have an organic exam this afternoon, and I just don't know. I just don't know about this semester.
I have an interview with a physician for a possible research position on Friday, and I also just don't know. I'd like something full-time, but nothing's really coming up for people without years and years of experience. Also, I haven't had the time to write a good multi-purpose cover letter. This weekend.
Let's just face it. I'm really stressed out about this year.
This Saturday, we're going to go check out the Ghettobillies show. Which can't possibly not be fun.
And, I slept like a baby last night after having nearly sawed my head off in a fit of migraine. And, I adore my husband. And shit, I gotta go back to work.
I have an organic exam this afternoon, and I just don't know. I just don't know about this semester.
I have an interview with a physician for a possible research position on Friday, and I also just don't know. I'd like something full-time, but nothing's really coming up for people without years and years of experience. Also, I haven't had the time to write a good multi-purpose cover letter. This weekend.
Let's just face it. I'm really stressed out about this year.
This Saturday, we're going to go check out the Ghettobillies show. Which can't possibly not be fun.
And, I slept like a baby last night after having nearly sawed my head off in a fit of migraine. And, I adore my husband. And shit, I gotta go back to work.