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rageprufrock is in China and keeping a blog about it at

on_the_sea. When my dad insists I should get my England journal published because he thinks it is SO AWESOME, I suggest that perhaps he should get out more, maybe read more than one online travelog, possibly by someone other than his youngest daughter, because there are an awful lot of bloggers out there who write a hell of a lot better, and are a lot funnier, more clever, and more insightful than me. This is a case in point.

Useless trip to Criser this afternoon, as I can't fill out a please-don't-charge-me-a-late-fee,-I-swear-the-rent-is-coming form for Housing until I've actually added the class and the guarantee of the money is there. Okay, not completely useless, as I did pick up an add form. Potsdam wasn't in his office, so I will have to email him this weekend. Which means I need a more detailed outline of the mythical god-forsaken thesis than the one I would have walked in with today. It's probably going to be something livejournal-related. Isn't that funny, kids?

My dad finally deposited money into my account, so I can actually purchase food for keeping in my house again. Very exciting. Ate lunch at Broward Dining before class this afternoon; at the beginning of class the prof mentioned what we were going to be talking about today, and I was like, I am *already* bored.

Class was over at about five; I got home maybe twenty minutes later. I put myself down for a nap at six or six-thirty; I woke up again four hours later. Talking to S. online at about 11, I said, "I just woke up!" and she was like, awesome, but how are you going to sleep tonight? Somehow, I don't think it's going to be a very big problem.