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[bedlamsbard]

I swear to the gods that my stupid university exists for the sole purpose of giving me a panic-induced heart attack, between actual classes, which force me to exist in a state of low to high level anxiety throughout the entire school year, and financial aid, which sent me into actual tears today before I calmed down enough to figure out exactly what they were asking. I didn't even think I had W-2s, thank the gods that they were sent here, so I can make copies of them and promptly send them back. Fucking, fucking financial aid, man. Of course, I have to actually go into town to make copies and fax things, or go to the post office, or something, I don't know, and of course today is the day my mother is leaving for Japan, so I can't just throw all the paperwork at her the day I usually do.

Meanwhile, I'm still trying to calm down from about half an hour of running around like a lunatic hyperventilating.

ETA: And don't start off, "Hey, you're missing information," with a cheerful "Greetings from Tulane!" That's less than classy, man.