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OMG. It took all fucking day to write 500 words of Cognitive Science. It's like pulling teeth, only without the happy fun gas that you get before hand. The best part is that I still have 140 words of a paper left, but it's not due 'till Friday so it's so getting fucking backburned it's not funny.

And I would be getting a new phone from Tracphone, as my model is going to cease to work. Except I didn't pack my phone charger, and none of the five gazillion other chargers I did pack will charge the damm thin, so I can't get my SIM number, so I can't get a new phone. FUN. Which is okay, as even when it worked I couldn't get a fucking signal anywhere in Bloomington.

It turns out that I could pry off the battery to get to the SIM number. YAY!

So I wrote cog sci and did my laundry. I didn't get a chance to go out and check for OUT, though this may have been a good thing.

I'm going to get supper and watch John Barrowman. I think get hypnotized, pass-life regressed. As this will clearly cure all ills, or something. Or Torchwood. SOMETHING. With John Barrowman in it. *nods*

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I finally decided on "The Empty Child"/"The Doctor Dances" and a little bit of "Boomtown." It, of course, rocked hard and drewme out of my funk.

I miss my OT3.

But I did see a new thing in "Boomtown": I never noticed that the Doctor and Jack where wearing little tool aprons before.