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Damn it. The anthropology people managed to lose all the labs I've done so far, so tomorrow when their stupid site works I will have to redo them all. This is not cool. I am not pleased.

Called the police on my neighbors, cause they are making so much damn noise doing something down below me. It's pissing me off when I'm trying to sit in my living room and work with everything in my apartment vibrating. Jerks.

I'm tired, I hurt, and I'm cranky. I want to go to bed right now.

the agony of night

Nothing like being woken at 7:24am by the phone, after a night of tossing and turning.

poem for Jessica

death by tray of croissants
the coffee girl swings round the corner
fast and professional
black coffee and almonds for lunch
walking down the stairs
the stainless steel gleam
pastries in curled heaps
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Unable to complete my anthro labs today, driven out of my apartment by my sickly and increasingly strange roommate, I've spent the whole day at campus. Sat outside in the sun and ate a tangerine, drank coffee and ate almonds in Metro. Read the Chronicle, played cards, wondered what I should do.

It's so damn beautiful outside.

We are all starting to wonder about Karen, this weird change of behaviour. She's stopped going to class, retreating, speaking in this odd little girl voice all the time. Makes me wonder how much of her is real, and what is pretend, a front for all of us.

I go between being terribly concerned, and not caring at all. Speaking to her briefly, her incredible rudeness to me this morning when she damn well knew she was in the wrong was unbearable. She could have destroyed Melynda's laptop, but she has to pretend she can't be at fault. It's getting out of hand. I felt myself shake this morning, with the hard edge that rises in confrontational situations. It's bad whatever it is.

I want to go home, but I don't.