It’s Peanut-Butta Jelly Time!

Actually, it’s not, but I couldn’t think of a title.

Okay. I just got home from work, it’s Finals Week, and there were about… ten people taking calls. That’s friggin’ scary. We normally have a staff of something approaching thirty, and Mondays (along with Wednesdays) are the busiest nights of the week. You couldn’t even hang up before the next call buzzed, and calls were cut off at the half-hour mark.

In other news, the swelling in my toe hasn’t gone down a bit, so I’m still wearing one tennis shoe and one slipper when venturing outside of my residence hall. How is it that bruises can make your hairs hurt? (Not that my toes are particularly hairy or anything, but… you know…) I also managed to hit my shin today on my desk leg, and cried like a baby for 20 minutes. Bridget suggested that the weirdness on my legs may be hematoma, or blood pooled under my skin (like a bruise, but it doesn’t show), but I haven’t been able to find a lot of information about it aside from that relating to head injuries and smashed fingernails (ew, ew, ew those pictures are nasty!). I just want them fucking gone, even if they have have to make incisions to drain the fluid, whatever it is.

I’ve got my Physics I final tomorrow afternoon, and I am so not ready. The grades I’ve seen for this things are friggin’ hideous. Like, the average of the grades I’ve seen is about 60%, which is just passing. And Just Passing ain’t a “B”, folks. Someone joked to us freshmen, “You’ll know exactly what they are asking for, but you won’t be able to do it.” He found this humorous. Tee hee, motherfucker.

Wednesday afternoon is my Calculus final, then I’m done. I’m going to be staying with a friend in Indianapolis until my flight to Charlotte on Saturday morning. I should be in Charlotte around midday. Then I’m going to call everyone and proceed to have mad getting reacquainted chats and parties. In addition, an old source of music and giggles in my high school programming classes (not to mention bus rides home) ran into my mother and passed along good wishes and a desire to see me.

I’m actually kinda anxious to be home now. Now if only I can wear a shoe by Saturday morning comfortably… (Running around the Chicago-Midway airport in shoes that press and rub my red, black, and blue toe does not appeal to me).