I do have a funny Fiona story. This morning I figured it would be a good idea to go downstairs and get my laundry out of the laundry room that had been sitting there maybe for about five days, don't give me any crap about it any of you, stop it, stop thinking that stop ... I know I know. So anyway, I walked downstairs, got all the laundry, dragged it back up stairs, came in my room and put it all way. Shock of shocks, yes I put it all away right after I lugged it up here.
I got ready after putting stuff away and called Fiona. Thinking that she would be under the bed. She didn't come, and didn't come. and I couldn't figure it out. I picked up her harness and leash and caller her again, and then the door opened. I figured that it was the cleaning ladies again, but a little nose came in the door and then I heard a snort and then the rest of her came in. Apparently, she'd gotten out while I went downstairs as I'd propped open the door, and she was sunning herself. I don't think she missed me one bie, and I don't think it was traumatic for her because she's just sleeping by my feet here still peacefully in the middle of the hallway.
We still have no internet at my room, and the resnet people are busy training, probably to resist angry students such as myself by using self defence techniques. Who the hell knows. All I know is that its really annoying to have to find your internet elsewhere, thank goodness this university is wired and fiber optically connected to the superhighway. Planning to do some statics today, which will be almost close to being =done by the end of the day. We're just waiting for the professor to come back so I can take a final and then I'll be partying for about three days. Perhaps that will be my first experience of total drunkenness. I totally doubt it, but I can tell you one thing, I'll be very very happy to be rid of that class and even if I get a B, I'll take it and take it happily.
And that's about all from here, s I'll shut up. The html dump of my journal is getting oppressively larger, remind me that I probably shouldn't ramble as long as I have. As long as its meaningful rambling right. IT keeps me from stressing about packing and moving which I have been doing lately. More when its fit to print and hot off the airwave.