>So I’m a bit better — the desire to be home and relaxing is so strong, but trying to get rid of my cold… drinking *ahem* won’t help that. I figure I’ll just drive the Probe tomorrow, it’s silly not to. No sense in getting pulled over and in deeper shit just because I didn’t want to put another 50 miles on the car. I sent an e-mail to the professors I have tomorrow, that whole “responsible” vibe I want to be dishin out. 😉 It’s not like anything interesting happens on the first day… they hand out the syllabus…

>OK — weird deja vu: My desk at this moment – empty bottle of powerade, half empty bottle of coke — mummy action figure – work sheets on my walls, light shining in over my shoulder, wrapped up food to be heated. Probe user manual, something about my car, and classes bearing down on me — with the same professor. The usual work stuff was on my screen, but the colors and position of windows is also included in this. I remember waking up to a horrid dream of being all stressed out probably about a year and a half…

>So stressed… many… things… need… to be done… no… time… *aurlgmm* Ok – car’s sold, good. Classes are starting, good. Work is frantic, not good. Must wake up early tomorrow, not good. Must drive far in an unregistered/uninspected car, not good. Need to miss the first days of classes, not good. Need to get a bank check and not deposit it until I get out of work via ATM, not good. Running really thin on many fronts, not good. How can so much not good come from good? Why does the buyer have to be in such a god-damned hurry?…