How I almost died.

Okay so that sounds a little melodramatic, but it’s only a mild exaggeration. I should warn you that this post is about “female issues” and lots of bleeding, so you’ve got my permission to skip it and read something else.

Busy, but breathing.

I just wanted to let my three readers know that I’m still alive. I’m just very busy and feeling a bit overwhelmed with school.

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Bullets don’t make me faster.

It’s amazing how such a short weekend can stretch out and seem so long, and that in the time that seems so prolonged so much can happen, and yet nothing really happens at all. I’m going to use bullets because I think I tend to write a little more succinctly when I use them.

Pressure cooker.

If I had any hopes that the classes I’d be taking this summer would be as easy as the classes I took last summer, those hopes are now gone. Dead. Totally erased. This is going to be a brutal summer!

I may survive.

Any hopes I had about my late-shipped Sociology book arriving just in the nick of time were dashed this afternoon when I put the key into my mailbox. No small consolation was the tax return that the wonderful people at the IRS sent.