not that i have a guitar, really, nor a desire ever to, but hey. mood works. anyways. my brain is going in circles again. oh, just the usual gut-panic about where the next money for bills is going to come from, if i'll be living here next semester and after that, where will i be living anyway, and will i make it through two more years, and everybody is leaving, what will i do without them, and panic and gomorra. it's general fun central. i'm such a foxy lady. so. one more week to go. just had my officially last class of the semester. still haven't turned the paper on the glass menagerie in, but that's just because i talked it over with the teacher and explained how i had to switch topic at the last minute - new deadline is thursday afternoon, smack in the middle between two finals. hooray. can't... wait. meanwhile, my stomach is in twisty knots. such a weird couple of weeks to come. finals that i won't study for, babysitting garrett alone for the first time on saturday, jessica arriving monday (!), aziza and gene leaving tuesday... oh fuck it. i'll go finish this bagel and feel foxy in general. beer.

GOD says: "FOXY LADIES ROCK."

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