23 August 2002 - 2:27 p.m.

I'm in the library again, where I can get tea for $.25.

I think I will survive.

I'm doing much better after I had a typical first-day-of-new-environment episode, by which I mean to say that I kicked of grad school by sobbing and insisting that I wanted my mom.

Which is more of a first day of pre-school attitude than a first day of grad school one, but since I never actually went to pre-school and I thought kindergarden was the absolute shit from minute one, I guess the tantrum has been a long time coming. Like, 19 years.

Anyhoo, I feel a little silly that I didn't think to look up Ms. Virginia in the phone book, or e-mail Potatoelf, and so thanks to them for pointing out the obvious in my guestbook. I am clearly still a CoMputer U student at heart, in that my non-working cell phone and lack of personal computer are amounting to a huge personal tragedy for me. Ladies, expect a call when I manage to pull myself together.

Is technology a buffet? Because ironically, I am wearing a 50-year old dress today. I wanted to look belle-esque and get the whole southern experience, but I look like I'm playing Maria in West Side Story. But ethnicity is a good thing. I had the largest nose of anyone at Food Lion last night. Go me.

And I have my meeting with RHW soon! Which I should not even be excited about, but I will never really get over talking to even the minorest of minorly famous people until I am minorly famous myself. Nor will I ever get over my need to make up words in diary entries.

My bladder is telling me to end this discombobulated entry, go for a pee, and get on with my life. See you soon.

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