My brain is mumbling. About a lot. Just low enough for me to have to strain to make any of it out. The four and a half hours of sleep and just now getting coffee might have something to do with that.

Antisocial mood yesterday, alongside/because of a headache that felt like it was pushing out of my forehead at two specific points. Caffeine and ibuprofin to the rescue… eventually. And when I get in antisocial moods, my phone rings off of the hook. Tom, though he didn’t show up on the call list, left a voice mail. Followed by Mark. I need to figure out these guys’ usernames. Sheesh. Then twice with the , once with the , and once with the . Guess which one I picked up the phone on? Heh.

So, I found out about Mark’s update (you have your work cut out for you), picked up from class, picked up from home, and was a bad friend to and a bad employee to Tom. So, I’ve called Tom, and have a ton of work ahead of me. This is good.

I need the money.

Once again, money troubles loom. They have been eating at me, and that irrational sense of futility and craggy, Mt. Everest style problems. I was reminded last night that not only are these issues ones that I can tackle, but I have a tangible reason that I can look toward for keeping this up. For sticking to school, and not fleeing to the full time job that will make me unhappy anyway. I have the letter informing me that I made the Dean’s list last semester. For some reason, I’m incredibly proud of that little piece of paper. And that’s why the financial worries are okay.

I’m gonna call GA today. Really.

Wireless ethernet bridges are happy. Now the signal strength must be solidified with a directional antenna. Ah, to dream.

Full moon approaches, and I am ready. I hope that this will prepare me for the next new moon. Grit my teeth, clench my jaw, conquer my fear.

The MSU coffee shops (Sparty’s) have some tasty blends of Free Trade coffee.

Weddings and weddings and weddings. and Justin. Aunt Betty and her southern beau. Eric and Grace. Tammy and her dude. And then, finally, the end of the string… for a little while. and . Oh, and then there was the drinkin’ party. Jolly rancher concoction didn’t taste like alcohol to me. *snore*

I’m finally caught up with LJ. I’m a little behind in reading and classwork, but I’ll catch up just fine. Faith in myself seems to have returned. As Nathan would say, “Patience, young Skipford.” Heh.

moves in soon. Anybody have any wooden pallets? We’re looking to make a sub-floor in the basement. Any leads would be very much appreciated.

Ahh, that feels better. Random mumblings out. If you made it this far, you have my thanks and condolences. ;)