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The following is a list of some of the dumb shit I’ve done in the last week. It’s not ordered in any particular manner.

Last Friday I missed two busses by less than a second. I didn’t even know that this was possible, but they both pulled away WITH ME AT THE DOOR. That pissed me off. Twice. Unfortunately, I had an 8am meeting and didn’t have time to be pissed off, so I drove to campus and parked in a metered lot. I put enough money in the meter to keep me paid for an hour and 20 minutes. I was parked for about 9 hours. I got a ticket. Even better, I forgot that I’d driven to campus and took the bus home, so I had to take the bus ~back~ to campus just to get my car.

I went out drinking Monday night with Nick “As Seen On TV” Recker (see the sidebar) and a few of his friends. Now, I’m actually glad I did this, as I had a really good time, finally got to meet Nick’s girlfriend, and met a CuteYoungerGirl to boot (I don’t think she likes me though). However, I did ~not~ wake up the next morning. I maintain that my alarm did not go off, but (very) unfortunately there was nobody else in the room to verify this, so I’m stuck with the blame. I was supposed to get up at 6am. I woke up just after 11am. I slept through an 8am meeting with Quinn, the Towers implosion at 10am, and the first few minutes of work.

Yesterday, I tripped going up the stairs to Ross. Twice. In a row. Never mind the fact that I’ve been using these stairs for six full years now. Luckily, the laughter of one A.E. Striker (to use Sarahbrown’s awesome nomenclature) was there to soften my fall.

I have not yet picked up any boxes for my move, even though said move begins in roughly 23 1/2 hours. That’s right: in 23 1/2 hours, Friday morning, I’m supposed to start moving boxes so that it’ll be easier to move furniture on Saturday.

We’re having a big party at our house Friday night, as it is Sammie’s birthday and also the last full weekend we have the house (if you’re under 40, you’re invited! If you’re Soc, you’re still invited!). This means we’ll probably be moving furniture around sleeping bodies, because…

My mom wants us to start the move very early Saturday as it is going to be hella hot and she has a tendency to nearly die any time the thermometer reads 90 or above. My goal is to have enough help that I can leave her in the conditioned apartment where she will remain undead (the undead keep better in the cold), but I have fewer willing volunteers the earlier in the day we go. Which means I’ll be doing a lot more heavy lifting than I was hoping. All this means that I should probably get a very good night’s sleep tonight, as it’ll probably be the last time I sleep until Saturday night.

I scheduled a doctor’s appointment for 7:30am tomorrow morning, meaning I won’t be getting much sleep.

Yesterday was the last day of my Linguistics class. I did not remember to tell VeryCuteGirl that, if the whole marriage and child thing didn’t work out, I’d still be around for another year. *sigh*