HURRAY! It looks like I only have 3 more "reading days" left in my online semester. I'm so happy! And they aren't super huge reading days... well not exactly. There's a manageable amount of text, but the fact that there are little germies inside me trying to break me down and beat me up until I give into them means that even 10 pages feels nearly insurmountable. But at least it's nearly over.

But now I have to get on all those quizzes and labs I haven't been doing. Yeah I pretty much gave up on those about 3 weeks ago, which is the equivalent of 75% of the semester. OOOPS!

And my exams probably haven't come yet. If they don't get here in time my classes don't count for this semester and then there's no glorious journey to the hallowed halls of DC's finest institution for higher learning. OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE get here NOW! Not that I'm prepared to take them yet...

I pretty much sold my car to the lady who's moving into the cottage. The battery died when I didn't drive it for 3 weeks (it was 6 years old) and that particular one was discontinued. Dad found a replacement and put it in for me (taking the old one out resulted in a wound). I took the car to be smogged today, per CA's pre-sale rules, and apparently when you disconnect the battery it sets some self-diagnostic doohickey to zero and you fail the smog check. Now the car has to be driven 100 miles +/- so the doohickey will reset itself and I can pay another $11.75 to pass the smog check. OH! And lest I fail to mention - the place I picked (based on an available coupon) was probably a bad idea since they left my keys in the ignition WITH THE WINDOW ROLLED DOWN. They also neglected to call me when the stupid thing was done, and a 25 minute smog check ended up taking 80 minutes of my time.

2 nice things, and one funny thing happened as a result of the battery/smog saga: 1) I was looking at batteries in Costco (don't even get me started on that nightmare) and this cute, tiny, old Russian man was looking too. He needed a piece of paper to write down the info from the book they have there, so I gave him one and he kissed my hand. So cute! I wanted to fold him up and put him in my pocket. 1) There was nowhere to wait at the smog-check-place-from-Hades, so I walked down the street to a random, dump of a donut shop. I busted out my Micro reading and was minding my own business when the old Asian lady working the counter started talking to me in a language I didn't understand, while smiling and gesticulating towards the back. It made me think of Hammer's favorite thing on youtube: critohjayoh 2) Later I see this person shuffling past me in my peripheral vision and then she says "I know you!". It was Leslie Neumarker! She DOES know me! She's known me since I was 3 and in pre-school with her daughter Margan. She knows me so well that as a tot she put my hair in 2 braids and introduced me as "Margan's Indian-princess friend." Oh hilarity. Super good to see her.

So that's me focusing on the positive, blocking out the nightmares, and... oh look! Wasting time so I can justify going to bed instead of doing a lab or quiz! Genius.