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Yesterday I actually managed to get to sleep at a reasonable time. For the last couple of days my bedtime has been anywhere between 4 AM to 8 AM. Last night it was a nice, reasonable 11 PM-ish.

I have a final in a little over an hour for physics. ICK. After physics I'm getting together with my Bible study group, as we couldn't meet yesterday do to finals conflicts.

So I'm going to get a smoothie for my throught and go over to where my test is to be. Did I mention ick? 'Cause really. ICK.

I'm at loose ends. It's too early to sleep, but my mind is too muddled to read. I keep reading one word as another, such as hamster for harbormaster. I'm going to put on a movie and hope that it keeps me aware enough not to sleep.

The kiddies never came. They skipped my building completely, and no one said so until 4:20. I don't even have the solace of good candy. At least my room is clean?

The kiddies still haven't arrived for their candy.

I am considering going out tonight. My options of "doing what" mostly consists of choices of which bar to go to. Or I could stay in and watch movies and do laundry. Choices, choices, choices.

First, the srs biz:

Real person. Real situation that came to a very ugly head tonight. Summary from her and how to help below:

I am a disabled military wife and mother of two elementary-aged kids. Due to a delay in processing transfer orders, my husband's move to his next base isn't lining up with the end of our lease. This means we are having to pay for our move out-of-pocket, with the military reimbursing it later. My husband is currently with his ship in another state, so all details of handling the move fall to me.

We had planned to borrow the money for this from my mother. She has always been slightly mentally disturbed; tonight, this hit new levels. In the past two days, she's attempted to kidnap my kids and threatened to kill my mobility dog. She deliberately chose the time when I would be sickest from my low-dose chemo treatments to do this. I severely doubt she plans to honor her promise to pay for the movers tomorrow.

The movers are going to cost roughly $1300. If you can help, please send money to my paypal account, marna.m(a)gmail.com. Please indicate if this is a gift or a loan; we will begin paying back loan amounts as soon as we can. Thank you.

More: http://deza.livejournal.com/1331013.html

Speaking of money woes, I've been having some of my own, recently. Luckily, it's the "can't get at money" kind, instead of the "no money" kind. It's been going on for about a month already, and I mentioned something about this earlier when I was locked out of my account and couldn't get into it because I needed to do it over the phone, and my phone wasn't charging.

Well, I transfered the money in, and thought that was it. Until I tried to use my debit card the other day and it was denied. What I think is happening is that the bank think my card has been stolen because I'm using it to make relativity small purchases around Bloomington. And, for some reason, even though I've been buying things in Bloomington for the last few years, it reads as stolen card activity. And my cell's borked, of course, and cooperating even less this time than last time.

So I'm heading to the bank tomorrow after class and hoping they can sort out the card stuff in person. It would be just my luck if they couldn't.

Ran the gambit on chat in KoL explaining that it's a good thing that the branches of government has gained power, as the "powers" that they have taken from individuals are one's that those individuals shouldn't have had in the first place. Like, the ability to destroy the ability of humans to own other humans, and the ability to enforce labor laws so you can't pay people pittance or working people to death that is created some kind of virtual slavery. And that unrestrained Captialsim isn't all that better than Soviet communism.

Okay, this is all IMHO, but the impressive part is arguing coherent when tipsy. Well, I had pretty much just chugged my first alcholic beverage in two months, so I was slightly more than tipsy.

I've been listening to various news and blogs today. Recently, I was listening to Linkara's "Atop the Fourth Wall" review, and noticed that the fly banging against the light had suddenly got a lot louder. And then I looked and noticed the light was covered with bugs!

I'm not the best housekeeper in the world, but surely I've been keeping things clean enough that I shouldn't be drowning in flies.

I took a closer look, and it's just ladybugs. So it's not me, it's just that my dorm has lots of little drafts.

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I also still hate phonetics. I can't think of a project to do! My idea was due on Monday, and I did turn in some ideas, but none of them were right for the class.

It is 52 degrees out. I am wearing a scarf draped over my head then looped around my neck. What makes this noteworthy is that I am inside my dorm. I wish there was an option between frigid and blazing.

I just finished watching Twilight. I've peaked into the fandom, and it seems to be mostly AU stuff. Which is sad, because it could be completely awesome.

Today I managed to unfuck up my library account. Last spring I returned over twenty books at once. Five of them stayed on my account, even though I was sure that they got taken back to the library.

Though, a niggling feeling remained that I might have packed them away into storage. Sunday, I unpacked everything, but there were no library books. So this afternoon, I wrote down the call numbers of all the books on my account and went hunting. I found four of them, but since the only information on the fifth book was "The History of the Peloponnese War", and there's four volumes of the book, with multiple copies of each, I aborted the mission and headed down to the circulation desk to complain.

The woman at the circulation desk was stunned that I had five books that managed to go back onto the stacks without being discharged from my account. She looked up my account, and gave me the library's barcode for the last one. I went up to the 9th floor, and the first book I pulled out matched.

She apologized, and the supervisor came over and he also apologized. I got a lot of apologies.

I now have NO books on my library account. I am, however, already thinking about the books I need for various projects, so that state is very, very ephemeral.

When I arrived in Bloomington, and opened up my room I got a surprise. The rooms had been redone! The walls ( and I think ceiling ) have a fresh coat of paint. They laid down new carpet. And I got new furniture.

The furniture is a mixed blessing. The new bed is good, because it has all it's springs and the mattress is much, much lighter. The new dresser has one fewer drawer. The desk no longer has it's neat corkboard backing and is a little shorter, but it has a keyboard rollout.

Except I'm not using the keyboard rollout because my desktop is not completing it's campus registration. I'm not sure what's wrong, but I want to see if I can fix it when I'm a little more awake than I am now.

I wonder what I have in those three boxes I have in storage besides bedding, winter clothing, and books. My room already feels stuffed to the brim. Maybe when I get my risers and I'm able to put stuff under the bed it will feel more right.

Tomorrow I'm getting my stuff out of storage, going to the library to print out some pictures to color, and try to figure out what the hell is going on with one of the library books I returned last spring.

Reason Six Billion I miss Bloomington: I want to go back to >Caveat Emptor, which is a second-hand book seller. Name or not, he has an excellent stock and the store is the perfect size. Big enough that he has a ton of books, but small enough that you can look at every section and not spend half a day in there.

Plus, since he does a swift trade in New Age/Occult books, I can unload a few books there and get a decent price for them. I have the problem where I have a book, a quick skim says it's good, but after I get home and examine it further, it's not exactly what I had it mind.

An example is "The Circle of Isis" which I thought was a book on Ancient Egyptian religion and how the author had updated* it. Turned out to be a group of Wiccians who honor the Egyptian pantheon. Ooops.

*When I say "updating" an ancient religion, I tend to stress the angles of substituting some other kind of sacrifice for human ones and trying to fill in gaps of the historical accounts with educated guesses. Or, for instance, if a religion blessed wagons and boats, they'd also preform the blessing on cars.