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It's 10:46 am on Monday, May 18, 2009. I haven't decided yet what I'm going to wear today, and I'm severely under-caffeinated, and there are any number of more important things I could be doing instead of updating LJ. Like cleaning my room. Or packing. Or rifling my closet for wardrobe options.
In a few minutes, I'm about to head off to campus for the Graduate School of Arts and Sciences commencement ceremony, to cheer on my graduating friends, like Mel, and fellow medievalist S. Then afterwards, I have to come back here and show the apartment to a potential future roommate, and then clean and pack like a crazy thing until it's time to go downtown for celebratory supper with Mel and her family.
As the fact that I'm currently posting now as opposed to doing anything else should clearly have indicated to you already, DON'T WANNOOOOOOOOO! Clean and pack, I mean. I wish I had another week before I had to leave, so I could get my shit together for real. But no. Instead, I have two hours to get my shit together between times, and that only if I can resist the siren call of the Star Trek: Reboot fanfic that continues to eat my brain.
That, and the lure of playing with my iPhone, which also ate a significant amount of my weekend.
Okay, have now managed to get dressed. Onward to boldly go where no man has gone before. I will possibly update in more detail later.
In a few minutes, I'm about to head off to campus for the Graduate School of Arts and Sciences commencement ceremony, to cheer on my graduating friends, like Mel, and fellow medievalist S. Then afterwards, I have to come back here and show the apartment to a potential future roommate, and then clean and pack like a crazy thing until it's time to go downtown for celebratory supper with Mel and her family.
As the fact that I'm currently posting now as opposed to doing anything else should clearly have indicated to you already, DON'T WANNOOOOOOOOO! Clean and pack, I mean. I wish I had another week before I had to leave, so I could get my shit together for real. But no. Instead, I have two hours to get my shit together between times, and that only if I can resist the siren call of the Star Trek: Reboot fanfic that continues to eat my brain.
That, and the lure of playing with my iPhone, which also ate a significant amount of my weekend.
Okay, have now managed to get dressed. Onward to boldly go where no man has gone before. I will possibly update in more detail later.