Yep.

Next semester. MY LAST SEMESTER. Crap in a basket! Dr. Flute Teacher says she will take me out for Indian food if I apply to doctoral programs. I don't wanna leave Gradschoolville! It may be in Jesusland, but it's still a good place! Really!

(Why is it that whenever someone's phone starts buzzing I have to look down at my phone? People don't call me! I'm an idiot.)

Do you remember how I went to graduate school kicking and screaming because I didn't want to leave the soul-sucking security of Sizz-ears (nice alliteration, eh)? I am definitely still an idiot.

Oh well.

How much does one get for selling plasma? I will not resort to asking my dad for rent money next month. I may actually have a gig coming up, but that's not until December 12. I need a gig before that! Grrrrr.

Anyhooters, have a lovely day everyone. :)

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