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Yesterday, pried myself out of bed and attended lecture on the aftermaths of the Great War, and how the disgruntlement of the German people was a great foothold for a psychmaster like "the little man with the mustache" (as Sherwood cheerfully calls him) to start taking over.

Next up was the Career Development presentation on how to dress. Boys got to stay in the classroom. Girls wound up going over to the Career Services department and getting the lecture there. Since there were only three of us in class that day, it was very cozy. My beads, as I knew, will have to go. Pity, since it's such a pretty style on me, but that's the price of professionalism.

Last-minutely wrote up a cover letter targeted for a certain job I'm eyeing (that's eyeing me too). Turned it in. Was informed that there was supposed to be a thank-you letter too. Ooops.

Went home. Friends list is getting more doomful. Do not be surprised if there is a trimming. *sigh* Is it time to start making up more reading filters? I don't use them, normally, but I have one that's supposed to be one for only the people I must read. (The normal one is the page size one, which is for page-breaky things only, and is linked to in my sidebar so anyone reading my friends page may use it if the page gets breaky and I'm up on who should/shouldn't be in there. Usual suspect is pennyarcaderss who never leaves it.)

Went, gave plasma. Movies: Finding Nemo and The Two Towers.

Came home. Got unaccountably crabby, and had to go out twice -- once for my Red Meat Craving, and once for Junk Food & Chocolate. Ben & Jerry are both my friends. Especially when on sale. $2.88/pint.

Got to talk with Dawn. Shared the vole de mort joke. She was speechless for a bit because of the sheer horror of the pun.

Decided to sleep late this morning. Decided against heading out, after getting dressed and heading out the door. Am instead going to read, eat the fruit left over from the blood cordial project (when I last strained the cordial, I reserved the fruit and left it in the freezer. This is what I am nibbling right now) and stay cool, because it's heating up out there/in here. Changed out of the sweatshirt and into my nasty yellow T-shirt because I do not care if I ruin this shirt by spilling vodka-soaked cherries and blackberries on myself.

Later, perhaps when sobered-up, or even before, I think I shall do a bit of housecleaning. Already have put the beer that was on my bedside shelf (2nd tier) for lack of a better place to be into the closet. Have affixed lamp to shelf securely with cable ties, so that cat cannot knock it off. Have put pillow in place for said cat to perch on. Cat should be happy fayoumis.

Hee. Literally.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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