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If there is at least one person in your life whom you consider a close friend, and whom you would not have met without the internet, post this sentence in your journal.

What are these called again? Understatements, I believe? ;P


On other accounts, classes started again today. I have my first two this afternoon - 14:00 - 18:00 no stop. Joy. :P


And I once again have no time to do anything. Damn damn damn. But said in a very phlegmatic way. (Hey, it's Monday. It's also almost noon, I know, but it's still Monday. One doesn't get too worked up on Monday mornings.)

Love you all.



ETA: I am abnormally unreactive and not-functional even for a Monday morning, though. Upon slow meditation, I may impute that on the cold I've woken up with yesterday. My head does feel all sort of cotton wool-ish. Not a completely bad feeling, though.

You know you're proud of yourself when...

...when, upon opening your umbrella when you're about to go to lunch, you realize you've had it for over a year and a half, without either (a) losing it or (b) breaking it - apart from some minor wounds, that is.


That's a HUGE achievement, that's what it is.


All right. That's all. *cough* Sorry. You can go back to whatever you were doing now.

Moment of DUH.

Second class of the afternoon, in the lab. That's good. I come out of my first class, head to the lab, enter it. I knew at least another person who was going to attend it.

So, as I said, I enter the classroom, and there was already the professor.

And No. One. Else.

I remarkably felt like I was holding one of someone's granpa's bones over my head and my pants had dropped abruptly.

(There is still no one else, by the way.)

(Maybe the professor will call the class off.)

(Hope so.)