So. That is the story of the non-festive Labor Day festivities.

Now, for some other things:

-My loans are coming. They are not here. Meaning, as of right now, I do not have an excess loan funds check. Meaning, I have to take some evasive action to pay my rent this week. So what should I do to come up with the about $250 that I am lacking?:

A) sell my flute and piccolo (both of which together might make that much, if I'm exceedingly lucky

B)....... Don't even think about that option....... HAHAHAHAHAHA. You're talking about the way-too-picky-for-anything-other-than-a-convent Mangofarmer here. But that's another story.

C) sell my soul to a random dorky kid with blue hair and glasses (Everything's coming up Mangofarmer!)

D) beg Mom for money (read: bad, as she has none)

E) beg Dad for money (read: bad, because of the slowness of the postal system and because he'd probably yell at me)

F) bust out the emergency credit card with the oh so convenient pin number

Hmmmmmmmmmm.

-I have acquired a ticket for Saturday's football game. w0000000ty w0000tinsky.

-Flute lessons with Dr. Flute Teacher are going to kick my ass. And I haven't even had my lesson yet (that happens tomorrow). Well, the flute shizznat might be fine in itself, if I wasn't taking actual classes along with it.... ugh ugh ugh. Who told me graduate school was supposed to be easy?? WHO WAS IT?? Grrrrrrrrr.

-I think I'm going to have to apply at the little grocery/convenience store thingie. And this makes me sad and mad and very unglad. Dammit. Where is the nice ID-swiping job that will pay $10 an hour?

Well, I think that's about it. I'm sure there is probably something useful I should be doing or somewhere I should be, but instead, I think I will go back to Sarahland and answer the french bread pizza that is calling my name.

Happy Tuesday everyone! :)

(What I mean by that is, is it Friday yet????)

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