I’m spiraring down into mid-term hell

We had a conference call tonight with our professor, where we were put at ease over several homework problems and the pending mid-term. I must say that I’m damn tired of shelling out hundreds of dollars for graduate level text books and finding errors in them. “Oh, they forgot to update the answer key when they updated the edition. So sorry. Hey, look at that! Turns out you did it right after all. Wish you had some hair left. Tough luck, eh?” Um, yeah. How the hell am I supposed to learn when it appears that the authors are pulling numbers out of thin air for the answers?

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Feed me

I am so hungry. Starving, really. This despite having a nice bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios, a few cups of coffee, and a “breakfast cookie” made by my aunt.

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Ch-ch-ch-changes

The weekend was a whirlwind of activity, namely, the wedding of my cousin Michelle. Zozer was the flower girl, and did a phenomenal job of refusing to walk down the aisle (to the point of planting her behind firmly on the floor) and was therefore carried by her father. Who looked quite handsome as usual in his black suit. The big joke was that his name wasn’t in the program.

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I heart Daniel Craig

M and I, we’re not what you’d call Movie People. We don’t typically see the need to blow a bunch of money to watch a movie when we can rent one for a buck and pause for potty breaks and the like. Plus, my couch is way more comfortable than a movie theater seat.

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This isn’t in my job description

Generally, working in a day spa is pretty relaxing. There are lovely colors on the walls, a water fountain or two, soothing music, wonderful smells. Coming from the Red Cross, too, I now know what constitutes a true disaster, and what, in the grand scheme of things, is pretty inconsequential. Let’s just say that most things that happen in the spa aren’t on the disaster end of the spectrum.

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Crap

You know, it’s really hard to write a snappy blog post when all you’ve done is clean and run errands all weekend.

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