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bedlamsbardPaper finished and printed, at just over 7K. Not quite the full twenty pages I would have preferred -- it came out at about 19 3/4 double-spaced plus footnotes, I love footnotes but damn they fuck with your page count -- but done. I have no idea if it makes sense. IT IS JUST DONE.
Shuttle reservation made -- 5:30, I'll take the extra hour of sleep and hope there aren't many people flying out of New Orleans early Sunday morning.
Kind of hate my roommates, goddamn perfectionists who do things in advance and then judge you for doing them at some point in time after two weeks in advance. To your face, even. Minnesota is moving out, and her brother and father were in the apartment watching her pack up boxes.
Ceiling still leaking. Huge problems upstairs, apparently. Water now seeping out of another wall. Hate everything, have I mentioned? Haaaaate. They are apparently fixing it tomorrow, after having realized that people are actually still living here and thus they cannot merely wait until break.
Quote Shakespeare at roommates: the one not-very-famous line I actually know from memory, from Hamlet, and which was actually in a Peter and Edmund ficlet I posted a while back. I did so very dramatically, and then disappeared into my bedroom. I'm sure they judged me.
Peeling post-it notes out of my professor's book so I can return it tomorrow, then reviewing for my Vikings final. (EIGHT AM GOOD GODS.) Then shower, and sleep for several hours before I have to go, you know, take the final, and then I am done. Done! May help New York move boxes, as she is going abroad next year, and want to try and get down to the Quarter because my mother asked for pralines and only pralines, so I should get her pralines.
Have I mentioned my ceiling is still leaking water? OMG, so tired I want to die. Yeah, end of finals season exhaustion. Also I keep sneezing, as per usual I blame stress.
Shuttle reservation made -- 5:30, I'll take the extra hour of sleep and hope there aren't many people flying out of New Orleans early Sunday morning.
Kind of hate my roommates, goddamn perfectionists who do things in advance and then judge you for doing them at some point in time after two weeks in advance. To your face, even. Minnesota is moving out, and her brother and father were in the apartment watching her pack up boxes.
Ceiling still leaking. Huge problems upstairs, apparently. Water now seeping out of another wall. Hate everything, have I mentioned? Haaaaate. They are apparently fixing it tomorrow, after having realized that people are actually still living here and thus they cannot merely wait until break.
Quote Shakespeare at roommates: the one not-very-famous line I actually know from memory, from Hamlet, and which was actually in a Peter and Edmund ficlet I posted a while back. I did so very dramatically, and then disappeared into my bedroom. I'm sure they judged me.
Peeling post-it notes out of my professor's book so I can return it tomorrow, then reviewing for my Vikings final. (EIGHT AM GOOD GODS.) Then shower, and sleep for several hours before I have to go, you know, take the final, and then I am done. Done! May help New York move boxes, as she is going abroad next year, and want to try and get down to the Quarter because my mother asked for pralines and only pralines, so I should get her pralines.
Have I mentioned my ceiling is still leaking water? OMG, so tired I want to die. Yeah, end of finals season exhaustion. Also I keep sneezing, as per usual I blame stress.
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