I have not been this physically uncomfortable in a long time.

sinus infection, probable UTI, waking up every two hours, maximum, due to probable UTI

and to encapsulate all of my stress: WEIRD, DEPRESSING DREAMS

DOES NOT WANT

I have this recurring one where my family started out with three daughters. Laurg's still around, so we're remembering the death of the third, together...
goddammit cannot handle all this with grad applications, too.

James has been wonderful about me being such a mess. Supportive, affectionate, just bought me a lot of over-the-counter screening devices and symptom relief pills, took me out for brunch this afternoon.
Sigh. That poor boy.

Welp. Time to go read Watchmen.

Edit: pretty much my favorite parting words of all time...

James has just pulled up to the curb and holds a plastic bag out of the window. After we chat a little, he says,
- Well, I'm gonna go home and finally do some homework for once. Also I bought a book! Whips out a box of DONKEY KONG-THEMED JENGA.
- Delighted. Yeah, I'm gonna go...pee on some stuff. Thanks so much!
James squints at me and drives away.

Puffs via canned air work better than squirts via spray bottles for positive punishment.

D: Of course, what is viewed as "the abject" varies from culture to culture. It might be "gays" in one place, and, say, "terrorists," somewhere else...
S: What about gay terrorists?
D: Well, Sharon, those are the worst!

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You know, if I ever get married (God bless that hypothetical spouse), I don't know if I can have a maid of honor. I'd need an even platform of honorable bridesmaids featuring Sloan/Srudy/Meghan/Kayt/Jess/Rachel/Gracie.
...yeah, that sounds about right.
Jesus.

Sorry. I had coffee with the second in that list today, and just...that girl keeps me sane. What a wonderful person.

I also ran into Briana who told me the most hilarious "I had a concussion" story I have ever heard in my life.
Because there are...a lot of those stories...?

TIME TO READ ABOUT RACE THEN STUDY SOME MATH CONCEPTS! Have a nice night, Xanga.

I've spent more than four hours, now, making my life portable.

That is not to say, putting all my shit in bags.
Just...virtualizing, perhaps?

Life is good, though.

This week, I am expecting three separate deliveries:

a bathrobe (really cute, with a hood! to leave at the boyfriend's so his roommate won't see me naked between trips to the bathroom, I swear), an iPhone (cheap, courtesy of an AT&T upgrade that's due!), and Secretary on DVD.

Best? Tooliest? I'm excited, regardless.

I had an advising appointment today. (I can register for my last semester of undergrad, tomorrow!!!) Every time, my advisor and I hit it off famously...in this case we ran him fifteen minutes into his next appointment because we got caught up discussing the sexual repression of nuns/Catholic authority figures. Because we were talking about our respective Catholic educations and got carried away. Plus some, less weird or more weird. But not quite inappropriate!
Anyway, he recommended that I spend the rest of my life studying this.

He also told me I'd taken too many psychology credits. What kind of crap is that?!

ELEVEN CREDITS AWAY FROM GRADUATING, but because of my current research investments and the decided necessity of taking Abnormal Psychology, I'll probably register for seventeen.

So right now, I'm planning on abnormal , more preschool research, maybe contemporary lit theory, maybe a dance class, and...Fuck. If. I. Know. SO MUCH ROOM FOR ELECTIVES!

Scary.

Edit: oh, and did I mention

tomorrow I'll actually be in the preschool, and I start my infancy course!!! So much babies!