*groan*
I hate myself and my inability to just let go already, damn you!
Ahem. Moving on.
This year is going to be just fine, I suppose. We're shifting sometime soon, and that has created this sort of limbo in my mind, wherein I'm hanging around somewhere in between a single room in the new wing of my hostel and a double room in the old one. I'm impatient to shift, and yet I'm hoping everything turns out for the best; or else I'll be regarded with no mercy by the people burdening me with the guilt of making them move-- yes, I'm looking at you, Ms. F.
In other news, GRE words, whose meaning I always had a sort of nebulous idea about, that I'm forced to try and remember in my spare time.
Spare time? *hollow laugh* Lab's going well. No, really. No, I haven't just spent the whole day in bed, why do you ask?
Ah, the
English courses. Must do continuing registration. I'm thinking of taking Language and Gender, and... dum dum dum... Shakespeare!
Must sleep now. Will write fiction every week. Must practice these rusty writing skills, or the brain will turn to mush.
