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GRAH AARGH URGH
I've reached new and exciting levels of wanting to kill someone (or at least, since I'm not terribly violent in real life, wanting to stab a cardboard cut-out of them repeatedly in the head with a fork). Actually, I have two different sources of stress right now:
1) my father, who is being A Git about the wedding plans (much more later).
2) the Graduate Committee at College, who seem to have decided that I'm "too disabled" to do the project I am supposed to be doing. Don't even ask right now, I have to keep enough spoons for the inevitable SHOUTING that is going to occur.
1) my father, who is being A Git about the wedding plans (much more later).
2) the Graduate Committee at College, who seem to have decided that I'm "too disabled" to do the project I am supposed to be doing. Don't even ask right now, I have to keep enough spoons for the inevitable SHOUTING that is going to occur.