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We started the exam yesterday at 9:00; by 11:00 I’d finished, checked out, caught a cab and walked in my front door. The cats were happy to see me. I was happy to see the couch.

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My computer decided to melt on the same day I returned from a course called, “Using IT.” Who says irony is dead?

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There are big fat snowflakes flying by my window as I type this. There were some flakes in the air yesterday but nothing that stuck. This stuff is already starting to cover the courtyard. How depressing.

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A few of us went over to the TV rooms in the bar last night to watch The Office on DVD, but there was a huge crowd of supremely drunken idiots in the bar singing (and I use the term loosely) karaoke so loudly that we had to crank the TV to have any chance at hearing the dialogue. It was painful. I considered shoving a pencil in my ear just to end the torture.

Like I said, some of them were crazy drunk. Like, screaming into the microphone, have to held up by my friend/boyfriend/skeevy-guy-who’s-about-to-take-advantage-of-me drunk. I can’t imagine it’ll be awkward come Monday. Not at all.

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Right. I’m off to the exam. Shouldn’t take me too long, unless I’ve forgotten how to write. Yep, that’s right: we have to *write* the exam, avec pen and paper. No laptops for the IT exam. No irony there.

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The Raptors are now 0-8. Look out ’99 Clippers.

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We finished working tonight before most groups. We stopped working at 10:45; some people seemed to think they’d be there for *quite* a while.

As of this minute we’re 70% done this course. We’re also 30% of the way through the MBA.

Desolee

Sorry about not posting anything this week. I’m away on training and have been too busy to watch a movie, listen to music, read a newspaper or even check up on my usual feeds. When I get home Friday or Saturday I’m sure I’ll have something deep and inspirational to share with y’all.