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I'm sitting here listening to Elvis Costello sing "What's so funny bout peace, love, and
understanding", trying to figure out how I ought to be feeling. I hurt like I worked out
a couple of days ago, a little harder than I ought to. It's not in my shoulders, but you
all probably knew that.

Enough of the sad sack crap.

Tomorrow, I have to go to the doc for the last of a couple of tests for my physical. I'm
that much closer to graduate school every day I do something productive like this. I'd
love to get in a couple of courses this summer, rather than just one. OOh. That reminds me,
I'm calling geneseo this afternoon so they can fax me a copy of my unofficial transcript.
It is possible that I can place out of some of the basic stuff. I'd like to be in graduate
school, but only long enough to FINISH the motherfucker. I like school...but I want a new
job.

Mmmm...I finally got to say something I really wanted to today.

I think I'm going to write about my weekend in toto when I get home tonight. Just from
friday night until last night. It all bears writing. I may filter it, because I really don't
want everyone to read it, but i'm not going to make it private either.

I'm going to be fine, sooner rather than later.

I just did something really stupid...reminding myself of certain things=bad idea.