where were we?

Oh, yes. still behind. No longer in the depths of despair, though I suspect I should be, given the work I need to do in the next week. weekend. fuck. three days?

Right.

One paper. Two three homeworks and an extra credit paper. One statistical project that is fundamentally flawed. And all the finals to study for! Perhaps I should just start drinking heavily, instead.

I had an amusing moment yesterday where I got an email from an agency that didn't hire me informing me that they needed my official transcript before I could start. ...! I wrote them restrained mail back, suggesting that they might have accidentally sent mail to every student in the system, not just every accepted student. (Need some QA on that system?) I added that, of course, if they still wanted my transcript I'd be happy to have it sent to them.

Nick did awesomely on his GMATs, so, hooray for him! Of course, this means I have not been to yoga in over a week. Argh.

When this semester is over, I am going to sleep and drink for a week straight. I kid thee not.