Wednesday, February 08, 2006

We don't negotiate...

...with terrorists. And by we I mean me and by terrorists I mean chain e-mails.

I think I'm cursed with something like 90 years of bad luck by now for not having forwarded any of the many, many chainletters I receive. I should also probably be dead, and will definitely not have my wish come true in my age minutes.

Andrew may recall that when he asked if he should make plans for a roadtrip when I told him I was graduating. Well, no roadtrip is necessary for the event itself, but post event it sure would be nice to share a bottle of red or five.

More to come on that front.

The College Foundation loan people, incidentally, think I graduated in December, and so expect three hundred bucks from me by wednesday. I called them and very politely informed them that I was, in fact, taking 18 hours this semester and have definitely not graduated. I'm not sure they buy it.

MUSIC: radiohead: the bends

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