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*points up* You know, when I wrote that at the top of my papers in college, Cynthia freaked. It drove her crazy.

Feeling better.
Saw my shrink for the first time this week, and that went well, if somewhat stereotypically. We spent most of the session talking about my mother.
("Yes, and when I was little I used to think that my mother was a vampire 'cause she lived in the attic, I only saw her at night, and she was born with teeth-- superstition states that people born with teeth become vampires. So then... Why are you looking at me like that, Doc?")

Have more days off this next week, and that helps a lot. I'm seriously considering taking next semster off (leave of absense), and doing school full-time and an editorial internship with Women's Press, so that I can get some more expierience in my field, and yes, live off my student loans. Fuck, though...I did the math and realized that it will take TEN YEARS for me to pay off the loans I am recieving just for this year. It makes me want to cry. I don't even know where to begin to rectify my situation.

Anderson-plushie is almost done and rests comfortably on my couch. He needs the collar of his coat trimmed, glasses, his cross, and...hair. Because of the difficulties involved in making the wig-thingie, I currently have neo-Nazi skinhead Anderson. I plan to rectify this as soon as I can get my sewing machine to behave.