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This is a post where I vent. Not because I have it bad or anything, but just because things get under my skin and words are a good way to get them back out.

Today was my first day of classes at Hamline. Or rather, it would have been my first day of class had my professor bothered to make an appearance. So me and the rest of the Educational Psychology class stared into space for about 45 minutes before finally giving up and departing. And I killed myself to get there on time (and I still wound up about 4 minutes late). It's going to be so stressful leaving work at the last possible minute, braving 35W North and the parking lot that is 94 before cruising around for parking and sprinting to my building. Grrrrr. And as I write this it is 9:24 pm. Had I had class tonight, I would only just be arriving home, and I'm ridiculously tired for some reason. Those are going to be some long ass days.

I'm really enjoying my new job, except for I get super negative vibes from my boss. I really don't get it, because employers always love me. I haven't done anything for her not to like, and everyone else loves me. Why can't she love me, too?

The Pussycat Dolls song "Buttons" is getting on my last nerve. "Loosen up my buttons" sounds like something that you do after a big Thanksgiving dinner and nothing at all to do with getting it on. Plus, how do you loosen them? They're either buttoned or they're unbuttoned. Enough said.

I have to go to class all day this Saturday. I know it's a one-time thing, but I still resent the loss of an entire day of my weekend.

Fredo just came and joined me in the bedroom. He hopped up on the bed and is now doing a Fredo "pancake." (For those of you who don't know, a "Fredo pancake" is when he lays completely flat, with his back legs extended out behind him.) I love the Fredo.

Sometimes I suspect I have some OCD tendencies. Mostly they revolve around personal finance and problem-solving. For instance, given that I didn't work this summer while I divided my time between here and Montana and figured out my school situation, I had to use savings. When I'm concerned about my finances (like now) I feel the need to compulsively figure out how much money I have against all of my debts. I say compulsively because I do it over and over and over and over, and I do it by hand. I have to add and subtract everything manually, and often I will do it several times per day. If you were to walk around our apartment and look at the random papers lying around, the odds are excellent that at least 3 of them at any given time will be covered with my latest money calculations. Maybe I should be a CPA. If sewing a dress by hand makes it couture, then surely computing finances by hand all the time is something similarly good in the field of finance, right? Right?

Having said that, I think I'm done for the evening. A la prochaine...