Final stretch

Well I'm getting closer to Armageddon.  Exam 8 am Wednesday morning (gaaaah I hate getting up at 6 am!!), and I've been trying to study.

Spent the weekend in bed with a sick headache, only getting out of it to lie on the couch and go grocery shopping.

Today I had another bad headache but dragged myself to Big Lots since I was out of toilet paper and kitchen paper.  That cost $10, and I spent $1 on an extra box of tissues and $3 on some rather ugly stove burner covers that will hopefully prevent stuff from falling into my stove and forcing me to clean it up.  The only thing I hate more than scrubbing the inside of a stove-top is scrubbing a floor.  I hate cleaning the bathroom so much it doesn't register on the scale.

It occurred to me today, as I was trying to force the fact that 3-masted carracks appeared in Northern Europe in 1450 AD into my brain, that if I do cave and get cookie-cutters one day in the future, I will ALSO need a rolling pin.  And I really need a sieve before I get either of those things.  Growing up is a real pain in the ass.

I've been trying to plan meals so that everything perishable in my minifridge will be eaten by the time I leave.  I'll fill my tupperwares with water and shove them in there to keep my energy costs down.  Did I mention that growing up is a real pain in the ass?

My dad just learned his whole department might get outsourced to India (I'm not even joking) so he's considering (if it happens) packing up the whole house, moving to the Northwest coast, and renting out our house.  I feel like that would be highly preferable to him selling it (I love that house, and really want to buy it from him one day if I find work that will let me settle in that area), but I hate the idea of my family being so far away.  One of the nicest parts of College Station is that it's only a 15 hour drive from my parents' place, so I could get there in a day if an emergency happened - and New Orleans is the natural stopping point between the two, so I get lovely food whenever I go home or come back to college.

Let's hope his company reconsiders.  I don't think he really wants to live in the Northwest...he loves clear blue skies and warm weather just as much as I do.  Mom is the one who likes chilly air and four seasons.  Still, it's all conjecture right now.  I have enough trouble without borrowing more.  Time to scrabble together some dinner and then back to studying.  Woohooo....