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More bad news, this time from my job. What an utter waste of time.

With all these bad things happening, I think I want to quit all the things in my life that take place outside of my house. Keep Six Feet Under, and the New Yorker, and sewing a kickass coat. Keep diggity. Keep alcohol and internet. Keep the most comfortable bed in the world and a wide collection of underappreciated music. Keep a time and place to cook good food.

But get rid of class. Get rid of work. I am sick of them, and they do no good for me. All they bring me is stress and .

Ha, I just used a smiley.

Thank you for the love, folks. It can only get better. Until, of course, I get my exam back and talk to my boss and go to my fraternity meeting and hang out with my extended family. OK, it may not be getting better any time soon. Damn.