| | Put both myself and my computer in autistic mode to handle grad school apps. The death of my hard drive proved to be a blessing in disguise--it wiped my bookmarks and my game software from my machine. Put my television and game console in the living room. Turned of AIM and all other distractions. Forgot to eat for a couple of days.
I started my applications on Sunday. most are due tomorrow. They're all currently done and paid for. I just hope my rec letters are on their way.
While I was holed up in my room like a hermit, developing an ulcer and drowning it in beer, coffee, and other such things, my roommate got a cat. The house now smells like litter box. Thus, I've retreated into my room to chainsmoke the smell out. It might not be an improvement, but I can take the scent and it cover up the odor of cat urine and fecal matter.
It's cold. Really god-damned cold, and I haven't written anything in the past couple of days, though my fingertips feel sore from typing out the same information ad infinitum. Sometimes I forget that the little black marks in front of me are supposed to be words.
I feel hungry and dehydrated; I'm going to go fix that, now, but I just know that I'll get that smell in my mouth when I go to eat and drink.
I need to get out.
All I need to do now is send off my final manuscript sample and wait for acceptance letters. Then I get to work on my thesis.
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