at this point, most of me wants to kick me for sitting around all week and not finishing anything until the last minute. the rest of me says, who cares?

four hours until I am fully finished with undergraduate.

next. my room, and our place in general, looks like it's been looted. stuff everywhere, boxes, dirty dishes, candle wax, spilled paint, books, papers, shoes and cds in my room specifically, just stuff everywhere. thirteen hours until party-goers begin to arrive and I don't feel one bit like cleaning.

plus my printer isn't cooperating.

plus I have to fax a resume today.

but oh, man, last night the weather was the coolest; nearly tornado but in the end just a lot of winds and a sky that looked nearly green. it was eerie and beautiful.

back to work.

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