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I went insane and started cleaning everything again. It's always like this when I have a bunch of crap lined up to do. It's so dusty everywhere I feel like I'm going to die from upper respiratory tract dysfunction. I told this to my friend and she said, "Yeah, right... you're so OCD. If I go to your apartment and find one piece of dust I'll jump off a cliff." I'm not OCD.. maybe a little. I told her that too and she sent me this which was completely unnecessary, but you get the point.

SOMEONE CITED MY PAPER! I feel like such a "baller" right now. Is that right or is it "balla?" Regardless, I feel so cool right now. 8) It's about time... published that thing a year and a half ago, sheesh.

Bipolar weather. I like the rain. It complements the sultry piano playing atmosphere. I'm motivated, but clearly not for the right task. I wish I was more motivated to finish my term papers. Who's lousy idea was it to convey understanding through composition? I envy those caveman days where all they did was grunt and point. If I was a professor I would instead have my students perform an interpretive dance on cellular mechanisms which would then lead to a simultaneous decrease in obesity rates. It's completely win-win.

I don't know what's wrong with this week, but there have been so many police cars loitering around here that it's a bit concerning. Okay you caught me, it was due to my soliciting for statements in hot pink lingerie (I still need about 100). Seriously though, the lights and sirens woke me up at 4:00am which is pretty much when I slept. Then again someone whispering will wake me up, so I shouldn't be surprised.