Woo.

[silveradept]

Or, perhaps, maybe, Wom, wom. Either way, I'm hopefully getting over the sickness, I still have the papers to write, and I hopefully will send off the last bits of my grad school applications tomorrow. Then there's the feetball game. And a family Thanksgiving the Sunday after that. So when I say that I have stuff to do, I mean it in the most congenial of ways, but it's deadly accurate as well. I'm not worried yet, though I should be. Plus, I think I'm having a little bit of a mental block, trying to divide my attention between so many projects all at once.

Today started off painfully, considering that as I was questing for floor space in the museum, listening to my professor talk about our paper assignment, I found, instead of floor, column corner. So that's been painful and sore all of today. Oh, well. It's fun.

That's it. B-o-oring, shouts Calvin from his seat.