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obeetaybee ([info]obeetaybee) wrote,
@ 2007-05-31 16:01:00
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rows and rows of deep, dark clouds
To go to school or not to go to school, that is the question.

Technically, I don't have to. It's lab night and my lab score is already above where I need to be, so last night my professor said anyone at 80% or above could skip tonight's class.

HOWEVER.

I have a test I need to take. And I need to go to the security office and get my student ID.(!!!)

I can do this tomorrow. I can take Alex with me to get my ID and then go back and take the test after Scott comes home. It sure would be nice to see my husband tonight for longer than ten minutes.

Oh, procrastination, how thee vexes me so.

*

In other news, it's a millionity freaking degrees here. Bleah. I don't mind being hot, I just hate when I get all sweaty in places that really don't need to sweat. I'm thinking it's about time to turn on the air. Yay!

*

I wrote a Sam/Dean drabble this morning in case you missed it.

*

I think I'm gonna go fill up my son's little wading pool and do some feet soaking. Maybe I'll pretend I'm in Mexico with a cute little cabana boy named Juan fulfilling my every margarita and Corona need.

*

And finally, the boy graduates preschool on Saturday. Where's the year gone? No, seriously. Where'd it go? I'd like a few months back, at least.


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