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Finished Microeconomics Final in under an hour. NO flippin' clue how I did. Paper is printed out, ready to hand in except for the lack of staples. If Waldron isn't in her office I'll pop downstairs to say hi to Mom and borrow a stapler.
My new jeans pissed me off. I tried them on in the store, dammit, they fit then, why don't they fit now? Yes, I washed them, they were a dark rinse and had a tag suggesting they be washed before wearing...but I certainly didn't wash them in hot water! Grrr. It's not even anything a belt can fix, the waist is too tight in the front with a big gape in the back, so the belt makes me unable to breathe without actually fixing the whole underwear-showing problem. >.<
Dropping off paper, saying hello to the mum, dropping off bag and overshirt in car, going for walk, going back home, spinning my wheels, taking kittyboy to the vet. He's locked downstairs, and prolly annoyed by it, but he needs his kitty leukemia shot, dammit! After that is the usual hanging out, eating dinner and watching 24, except it'll be at Sarah's instead of Ryan's. No more club house. :(
My back hurts even more than it did yesterday, arms are sore and scratched up, fingers are annoyed and weird...and yet I'm still thinking of going back for more. Does that make me crazy, or masochistic? Or just plain stubborn? I feel stronger for it, even if it's in my mind, and the yard is about 1/100th cleaner than it was yesterday, so...*shrug*
Right, off I go...
My new jeans pissed me off. I tried them on in the store, dammit, they fit then, why don't they fit now? Yes, I washed them, they were a dark rinse and had a tag suggesting they be washed before wearing...but I certainly didn't wash them in hot water! Grrr. It's not even anything a belt can fix, the waist is too tight in the front with a big gape in the back, so the belt makes me unable to breathe without actually fixing the whole underwear-showing problem. >.<
Dropping off paper, saying hello to the mum, dropping off bag and overshirt in car, going for walk, going back home, spinning my wheels, taking kittyboy to the vet. He's locked downstairs, and prolly annoyed by it, but he needs his kitty leukemia shot, dammit! After that is the usual hanging out, eating dinner and watching 24, except it'll be at Sarah's instead of Ryan's. No more club house. :(
My back hurts even more than it did yesterday, arms are sore and scratched up, fingers are annoyed and weird...and yet I'm still thinking of going back for more. Does that make me crazy, or masochistic? Or just plain stubborn? I feel stronger for it, even if it's in my mind, and the yard is about 1/100th cleaner than it was yesterday, so...*shrug*
Right, off I go...