her room of lights

Apparently, I was supposed to register for classes … like last Tuesday. Oops. Fortunately, none of the classes I want to take are filled up. Unfortunately, the reason none of the classes are filled is because, well, no one really wants to take the classes I’m taking. I mean … no one. Heh. That’s not entirely true. But Econ 101? Econ 102? Oh, god. I’m going to die. No, that’s a lie. It’s worse: I’m probably just not going to go to class. In fact, I have both classes scheduled at the same time. No, again, that’s a lie. But for all intents and purposes… Shoot me. I’m going to be a junior, and half of my classes are going to be 100 level courses. Out-standing. iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Those i’s were totoally unintentional. For the record. Since you’re keeping score, I’m sure.

Which is to say: for once, I have something pressing and somewhat urgent to do. An assignment, of sorts. Which means: time to post on the blog. Right-o. Thank god for coffee. Cream is the cure for bad coffee; coffee is the cure for bad planning; guns are the cure for bad education; there is no cure for bad grammer. Poor, poor, poor. Embarassing: American English. For pity’s sake.

Well, I’ll probably post more later. Cuz, lord knows, I have other things to be doing. In fact, I halved my Netflix subscription today. And I’m bringing my coffee pot in to work tomorrow. This post just keeps getting more logical.

Edit: 12:59AM
Must…improve…ergonomics…of my workspace. Or hire a personal maseusse. Ah, yes, That’s the one. Ooh! What a perfect idea for a distraction. Or disappointment, rather– digitalmasseuse.com doesn’t exist. =(