Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Home on the Range
So, I'm home. Nothing much has changed in my absence, except Mom and Brett got a cat. His name is Hobbes and he's very pretty and soft and friendly and hugely fat. He also has several distinctly odd quirks (but then again, what cat doesn't?) When you pet him, he likes to curl up in your lap (cute), purr (adorable), knead at your legs (pain), and... lick your shirt? It's funny, even though I don't exactly appreciate smelling like cat breath.
I've done a lot of lying around doing nothing so far this week, but I feel it's justified because A) I just finished exams, B) I made myself sick and now I sound like a donkey when I talk, C) I finally have access to a REAL computer after getting stuck on those horrid university PCs the past four months, and D) I haven't seen TV in months and I have about 30 hours of my favorite shows to catch up on.
I know I promised a lot of you I'd e-mail you when I got back, and I apologize for not doing so. Still haven't finished unpacking, and your e-mail addresses are lost somewhere in the knee-high pile of mail and paperwork I need to get through. Blah.
I'm going in to a temp agency tomorrow to start the job search in earnest. Blech. I don't want to have to get a job! How much does graduate school cost again?
Anyway, that's my oh-so-deliciously boring life. Later!
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I've done a lot of lying around doing nothing so far this week, but I feel it's justified because A) I just finished exams, B) I made myself sick and now I sound like a donkey when I talk, C) I finally have access to a REAL computer after getting stuck on those horrid university PCs the past four months, and D) I haven't seen TV in months and I have about 30 hours of my favorite shows to catch up on.
I know I promised a lot of you I'd e-mail you when I got back, and I apologize for not doing so. Still haven't finished unpacking, and your e-mail addresses are lost somewhere in the knee-high pile of mail and paperwork I need to get through. Blah.
I'm going in to a temp agency tomorrow to start the job search in earnest. Blech. I don't want to have to get a job! How much does graduate school cost again?
Anyway, that's my oh-so-deliciously boring life. Later!
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