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A fun thing that is happening with my body right now is that my ears won't stop ringing -- I'm guessing this has to do with my recurring earwax problem, which has been giving me issues for the past couple of weeks. The obvious answer here is "go to the doctor," but I don't...want to...I want it to go away. Or for the over-the-counter stuff to make it go away. Every few years I have to have my ears watergunned at the doctor's office, and I think I'm probably going to end up having to do so again, except I haven't been to the student health center at Emory yet and while I know I have insurance through the university, I'm not positive, like, how to prove that since I don't have a physical card or anything. Also I hate having to go anywhere for anything. I should have dealt with this while I was home, but I felt weird going to The Actual Doctor for something as relatively minor as "my ears are intermittently stopped up and ringing."

(Thank you, Dad, for those genetics; he has the same problem.)

I'm back in Atlanta for the new semester, which I'm not exactly thrilled about because I don't like Atlanta particularly. Emory is okay, but I don't particularly like it either; I hate being on campus and will avoid it at all costs, which has backfired on me a few times because I miss university or department events. (Like now, avoiding going to the health center. To be fair, it is impossible to find anything on campus, because Emory is built on either a fold in the space-time continuum or a fairy hill.)

I was having my mail held while I was gone, which I was starting to freak out about because delivery didn't resume on the day it was supposed to (Saturday), but they delivered all of it yesterday so, well, thank gods. I was trying not to buy too much stuff while I was away so that it wouldn't build up -- I have a wee bit of a spending problem -- so it was mostly stuff I had ordered before I left but hadn't arrived by then, and a couple of other things.

Another fun thing that happened recently: I had to have my debit card cancelled the day before I left Washington, because since my bank statements are sent home I never look at them, and therefore did not notice there was a recurring charge for a service I don't have. So THAT was fun. (Small towns being small towns, the bank person I talked to was my high school drum major.) Now I don't have a debit card for a couple of weeks; at least I finally got a credit card last year. UGH.

Also, my birthday was Saturday, so now I am one year closer to death 29.