dirty laundry.

I hate days off when there are chores to be done. Quasi-adulthood is just rife with tragedies of this kind. Today I went to the dps... it was a great way to start my day... even if it was a stupidly early start... coming in to school for nine on my day off seems to negate the point of having a day off. But then again the dps rocked, so I guess poetry might even trump sleep.

In addition to that I got a crappy mark on my first english essay, and I've got the weekend to re-write it. I'm not saddened by this... it just throws some work into my Saturday.
And well, I need to kill a couple of hours in the Laundromat today. Gotta love the Laundromat. You meet people. It costs money... and it takes awhile. More later.