Would you like some cheese with that whine?
Why hello internet-that-is-not-a-RP-comm. Haven't seen you in a while.
I've come to whine. Internet, I'm sick. My head hurts, my throat hurts, and I feel all tired and blah. Pity me, internet. Get on that.
I really can't afford being sick right now, because uni has started up again. Fuck this year is going to be a shitload of work. I've got four units, Studio Series Development and Production, Advanced Studio, Film & TV In The Global Age and Major Project. In Studio Series, we'll be required to make six (!) half-hour studio shows until the end of April. Advanced Studio, that's one half-hour studio show until Christmas. Film & TV is the theoretical unit, and it's actually pretty cool because it's all about how television influences cultural and personal identity, and in the two seminars that have happened so far, I've felt so damn superior, because I know all this stuff already. And I could point out the huge flaws in the white, straight, male readings we have to do for that unit. So that's kinda fun. But then there's the Major Project, which, well, that's my dissertation, basically, and ugh so much work. SO MUCH WORK. Senior years are no fun. I mean, they are, I'm kinda looking forward to all of this, but SO MUCH WORK. *gets sick simply to be contrary*
I might skip work this weekend. I don't really feel like yelling across the coffee shop and talking to customers when my throat is sore like this.
I sent my diabetes evaluation in to my health insurance, and they're covering the expense of a new insulin pump. YAY. That's that covered for the next four years. Relief. I know they're not as strict as they always say they are, but that doesn't change the fact that I always start panicking slightly when it comes to being evaluated.
. . . that's all I got. As I said, I came to whine. Have an awesome dog to make up for that.
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I've come to whine. Internet, I'm sick. My head hurts, my throat hurts, and I feel all tired and blah. Pity me, internet. Get on that.
I really can't afford being sick right now, because uni has started up again. Fuck this year is going to be a shitload of work. I've got four units, Studio Series Development and Production, Advanced Studio, Film & TV In The Global Age and Major Project. In Studio Series, we'll be required to make six (!) half-hour studio shows until the end of April. Advanced Studio, that's one half-hour studio show until Christmas. Film & TV is the theoretical unit, and it's actually pretty cool because it's all about how television influences cultural and personal identity, and in the two seminars that have happened so far, I've felt so damn superior, because I know all this stuff already. And I could point out the huge flaws in the white, straight, male readings we have to do for that unit. So that's kinda fun. But then there's the Major Project, which, well, that's my dissertation, basically, and ugh so much work. SO MUCH WORK. Senior years are no fun. I mean, they are, I'm kinda looking forward to all of this, but SO MUCH WORK. *gets sick simply to be contrary*
I might skip work this weekend. I don't really feel like yelling across the coffee shop and talking to customers when my throat is sore like this.
I sent my diabetes evaluation in to my health insurance, and they're covering the expense of a new insulin pump. YAY. That's that covered for the next four years. Relief. I know they're not as strict as they always say they are, but that doesn't change the fact that I always start panicking slightly when it comes to being evaluated.
. . . that's all I got. As I said, I came to whine. Have an awesome dog to make up for that.
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