System.out.println("Death to mushrooms.");

A question for my fellow slaves to Windows - Do you ever click the start button and then sit there, staring at the menu, with absolutely no idea what program you intended to run? Or do only I do that.

I don't think I have been very productive for the last two days. I did my econ homework and faked the end of the second part of the Java yesterday. I answered my stupid question on the Russian mailing list tonight. My throat is starting to be less of a bitch. I made myself go to my appointment at the counseling center this afternoon and alarmed the intern doing my assessment so much that she walked me to student health to fill out a referral form for one of the psychiatrists. If they want to give me something that will make me not cry twice within a fifty-minute class, I'm to the point where I'm not going to object much. I have managed for the last six years, but it's starting to affect my schoolwork, and we can't have that. I am too close to being done now.

I got a card today from the aunt who called last night. I wonder why all the attention all of a sudden. Attention is good. I crave attention. Negative attention, if it's all I can get. Thus the biting of my mother.

It seems that I had something else to say and have misplaced it.

I get to go home in sixteen days.

I was going to wear one of my two pairs of Dockers (those being my only two pairs of pants that are not jeans), tuck in my shirt, and tell everyone I was a business major for Halloween, but I apparently sat in something last time I wore the khaki ones, and all my black boots have too much heel. Two of the girls on my floor asked if I wanted to go out with them, but I made some lame whimpering excuses. One wanted me to go see Rocky Horror with them, and that is something I won't even sit through again with Punker. The others were just going...out...somewhere...Out sucks. People go out.

"you fucks!"

I made new start up and shut down screens for Pookie. The Sailormoon ones were starting to bore me.

(YestheyareallXellossdammitshutupallofyouit'sunkindtomocktheafflicted.)

um. I reached up to scratch my ear, and my finger came back pink. MY BRAINS ARE OOZING OUT OF MY HEAD.

Many people caught my impromptu cam show, including my mother, who professed to be amused. She made me that outfit three years ago and didn't quite finish it. The bows and collar are pinned on, and I expect they will remain so for the duration of its existence. I need to get some better boots to go with that. (DISCLAIMER: The odango usually come out better than that, but I was tired, the hair was misbehaving, and I wasn't in the mood to spend an hour putzing with it.)

I am going to be in bed by eleven. Yes, I am. Bonne nuit, Splutlings etc.