Woot! Update box, yeah! Not freaking out, yeah! Passive-aggressive, yeah!

Okay, maybe I am losing it. The last few days have been...interesting. Why is that a heavy workload seems only to make me want to procrastinate more? I wish I knew. As I write here, I am clearly not writing my post-colonial lit essay on Christianity and missionaries in "Nervous Conditions," which, incidentally, is a phenomenal book and if you're at all interested in Africa, you should read. And really, even if you're not, you should read it anyway.

I'm feeling really random and at loose ends tonight. Tomorrow will be a good day. Tomorrow I will free myself from the squalor in which I live, and end the studpid war of attrition I have with my surroundings. I have reached the point where I can no longer take it (and believe me, that's saying something--as much as I'm not a fan of living somewhere dirty, I am loathe to clean up after other people because it only encourages their lazy behaviour). but sometimes you have to suck it up and say "I can't live in a house where someone leaves a jar of mayonnaise on the counter for three weeks and doesn't do anything about it anymore! I will be the one to take one for the team and make this house livable again!" (With the lovely Kori's help of course.) And woe betide anyone who messes it up.

This weekend has definitely sucktacular overtones. My darling boy is coming to see me (first time in three weeks!) as is Rache, so I have that to look forward to. :) Nothing like good friends to improve a weekend. Or good plays, like the Laramie Project, to go see.

The downside is that I have a 2000 word essay due Monday and a group presentation on Tuesday...and I need to work ont hose, but I also want to be there for those that need me. Bah.

Only a few more classes left....

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