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Update: I just talked to my sister and she says, "Yeah, get a cat." I think I might!

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My tattoo itches.

ick, now that I'm thinking about it, I'm itching all over. I hate that.

I had too much coffee this morning. Well... maybe it was just enough. I was up til 4am reading (only cuz I didn't start my schoolwork until after 1am) and then got up early (8am) to finish the writing assignment. This is a good thing.

I'm feeling better about school, though still nervous. There's only one class I'm worrying about, and to be honest it's not so worrisome as I make it out to be. Talking with a classmate on the way out of class this morning, I discovered that while I've been stressed that I'm 2 assignments behind (now only 1 behind), she hasn't done one of them. Not one. If I think about it, I should notice that a number of my classmates are slacking worse than I am. Hell, half of them don't even show up.

I made a mistake and scheduled my next presentation for this Thursday, which is also the day I have to turn in my annotated bibliography, and also I have a (free!) gyno appointment that morning which might make me late to class. And the night before is Kinky Quizzo night, which I can't skip cuz I got so much shit for missing it last week! So I have to NOT procrastinate. *sigh* pain in the ass.

I have to talk to my sister and her man about my plans of possibly getting a cat. I'm gonna clean my house first, though. It's easier to convince them I can keep a clean cat house if I can keep a clean just-goob house.

I have to pee and hit the library. Got research to do.