So grad school application goes in tomorrow. Then I get to wait. And wait. I have no idea when they’ll tell me if I’m in or not. It could be months. Sigh.
And in other fun time news, my computer fizzled. I should know better than to ever shut down that ancient machine, because everytime I do it gives up the ghost and refuses to boot. I’m never giving it a rest again. It gets to run until the power goes out or the bloody thing implodes. Also, I’m giving in and putting together a machine that hasn’t seen the rise and fall of sentient reptiles. The only mildly scary part of this whole process is the fact that years of writing are stored on that damn computer. I know, I know. One should save often. And I keep meaning to get an external drive and back things up. But we’re talking about a girl who buys new panties instead of doing laundry and has been pretending her car will work again if she just ignores the fact that its dead for a month or two. Doing things the reasonable way isn’t very imaginative, now is it?
On the plus side, I do have copies of the things I need to work on for my other applications. So there is grace in the small stuff (and in gmail which saves us all)