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It's unearthly realization time!

Saturday is dress rehearsal for festival.

One week from Saturday festival opens.

Three weeks from yesterday I leave to go on a magically batshit, haphazard, and probably terribly thrifty trip to Dragon*con.

A month from yesterday I move back to Ypsi. Where I have no job, and my parents are under the impression that I won't be dipping into my loan money to get my books. Let's rephrase this to make you all have a laugh: My parents (*point*), expect me (*points to self*) to pay (*turns out empty pocket*) for my books (*points to 20% of the contents of her room*) out of my own pocket (*it's empty*). Commence laughter.

I believe, at an auspice such as this a certain word best sums up this wash of upcoming uncertainty, excitement, and poverty:


Fuck.

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congo_bill
Aug. 14th, 2010 06:21 pm (UTC)
Not laughing. 'Cause I know it all too well. Set phaser on stun, go boldly, and have faith that the universe will unfold as it should. You will succeed- There are always possibilities.
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