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Talk about quick-changing moods. *eyes self*
Okay, I am officially not allowed to be introspective for the next couple of days, because all it does is make me soppy and maudlin. I have a metric fuckton of work to do tomorrow, which isn't bad, but I also have a minigroup meeting with my boss, which will be oodles of fun as he's already seen all the stuff I've done by virtue of the NIRT meeting on . . . yesterday.
Ohgod, I think my brain is giving up the ghost. Bugger.
In other news, my progress report is done and turned in, and hopefully my committee doesn't decide to burn me at the stake. All that remains is to prep the poster for March 9, and I'm good to go. One day turnaround at the printing place, generally, so as long as it's done by Monday, I am golden. *knocks on wood*
Also! Parents are headed to Aruba because my Dad is the best salesman evar at his workplace, and . . . I am in charge of the Brother.
God save us all. Mom and Dad are all serious 'we must have a conversation with him to remind him you're in charge', and I'm like 'dudes, he wants me to lend him (for lend, read 'give') $200 bucks. I will OWN his ass. Do not worry.'
The only problem is cooking. And, um, remembering to straighten up. I am messy-chick, like you would not believe. Possibly I will require massive amounts of post-it notes.
Pray for me.
Okay, I am officially not allowed to be introspective for the next couple of days, because all it does is make me soppy and maudlin. I have a metric fuckton of work to do tomorrow, which isn't bad, but I also have a minigroup meeting with my boss, which will be oodles of fun as he's already seen all the stuff I've done by virtue of the NIRT meeting on . . . yesterday.
Ohgod, I think my brain is giving up the ghost. Bugger.
In other news, my progress report is done and turned in, and hopefully my committee doesn't decide to burn me at the stake. All that remains is to prep the poster for March 9, and I'm good to go. One day turnaround at the printing place, generally, so as long as it's done by Monday, I am golden. *knocks on wood*
Also! Parents are headed to Aruba because my Dad is the best salesman evar at his workplace, and . . . I am in charge of the Brother.
God save us all. Mom and Dad are all serious 'we must have a conversation with him to remind him you're in charge', and I'm like 'dudes, he wants me to lend him (for lend, read 'give') $200 bucks. I will OWN his ass. Do not worry.'
The only problem is cooking. And, um, remembering to straighten up. I am messy-chick, like you would not believe. Possibly I will require massive amounts of post-it notes.
Pray for me.