Going to Manhattan tomorrow to exorcise myself of my Master's thesis and some NYU library books. Not quite sure where I'm staying tomorrow night, but I suppose I'll figure it out. Somehow (Smita, this is pointed at you!).
No sleep last night (thanks to a diabetic episode, not my own), so I'm feeling like hell right now. Lowercase, not capital -- after all, I'm not a drama queen. Going to sleep the sleep of the comatose tonight.
Got alot of books on my plate, but I keep eating equal bits of each part, so as I whittle down several, I still have yet to finish one. I like variety and it keeps the meal balanced.
Or something.
I have some sort of rash or thing on my nose that's lasted a few days. Stopped using my face wash, but I'm still worried. And then I do the typical hypochondriac thing and search the Web for what it might be a symptom of (I watch too much House). Probably just my nose showing its anger at being stuck in its unenviable position... the middle of my face.
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