Peach jam’s the shit

and toaster ovens are quite possibly the best kitchen appliance ever. I have yet to haul my ass over to the post office and demand a refund from the incompetent fools who work there. I’ve been sitting at my desk in my room all damn day with the blinds down, working at my weekly translation assignment — the one that I get paid for. The one that’s due in class on Friday, well, I haven’t touched that yet. I fell way behind on my job assignments, I don’t know if I’ll be able to make the deadlines. This school thing, I’m not sure it’s a good situation. I have a paper due on the first of December, which is the Monday immediately after Thanksgiving break. Why so cruel? She probably doesn’t want to be grading papers over Thanksgiving, but couldn’t give two shits about us having our breaks ruined. To think that I asked my mom to take that entire week off because I’ll be home… fuck it. I’ve written papers in one night — actually, that’s how all of my papers were written.

I need to save money. I need to stop spending so much… I think the bulk of my spending has been done, though: external hard drive, new jeans because I wore the old ones wayyyy out, contact lenses, fleece ear warmers, a bluetooth dongle, things for the apartment… From here on, it’s only rent, food, and transportation. Which means I need to stop checking Woot!.

Ah wait. I need to get more socks and underwear so I can put off laundry as long as possible.

Life’s okay aside from the lack of money. It’s lonely in DC, and it’s hard to meet people, but I talk to my friends over IM and email and, well, we’re getting visitors over the next two weekends. Still, I miss college life. I swear it wouldn’t be so bad if I had a physical work location I had to report to… it’s tough being freelance.

Hey, at least McCain’s not our next president, right? Better deliver, Obama…