It's almost 9. I have 3 1/2 hours to finish his stupid fucking project, and I am sweating bullets over it. As evidenced by my stopping to write in my blog. But I just needed a tiny break.
This week and next week are going to be so stressful. This'll teach me to pack on a twenty credit course load (for four weeks...I already signed up for the next twenty). I knew finals week was going to be a bummer. Oh, well.
I have to write my philosophy professor and tell him that I'm going to miss class on Friday, because I have to go to my Christmas party for work. I took a picture and showed it to Tom last night and asked him how I looked, and if skin-tight red dresses would be ok for me to wear. Since I want to be kind of impressive looking, going with The Swede and all. He reacted favorably, so there's that.
It's time for me to get back to work. It's so fucking cold outside, and snowy-ish, and I really want to go take pictures.
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