I was going to cancel my one-one-one meeting with my manager, for the aforementioned reason mostly, but besides that, I really didn't have anything to cover. However, since it's the last one of the year, I just went with it. It was just fine, so I'm glad I didn't cancel it.
I worked on my final paper for ENG 525 Variety in Language, which is due tomorrow at 5PM. The official title of the paper is now: Data Collection: Contribution to the Sociolinguistically Perplexing Phenomenon of “Sounding Gay”
I can't wait to have this paper finished. I can't wait — more — for next Monday night at 9:00 by which time I will have finished my final exam, and at which time the nightmare, which has been this class, will be over forever and ever. Amen.
I went to Flex for Scareyoke tonight. A friend of Richard's (the bartender), named James, was there, and he started talking with me. He was already shit-faced when he started, and within two more drinks he was shitier-faced than ever. An obnoxious drunk. The worst.
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Palm Pilot update to the "Note" field of entry Peel, Casey (& Garcia, Benjamin): 06 R
(Eventually to be: 06 R,S)
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