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I called in sick today so I could write my paper. I know I said I wouldn't do this, but, frick, I want to get this thing done today, tomorrow at the latest.

When I called in, I talked to the curmudgeonly librarian who is waiting for retirement. I explained that my supervisor said I could take time off for schoolwork, but the librarian asked how I wanted him to mark me off. I had a dilemma: do I say "sick" so I get paid for today, or do I say "off" and make up the time later, which I would probably do either way. So I left it up to him. Tomorrow when I go in I'll see what he decided. I'll see if he wants me to get paid or not. This will then determine if he gets cheezies from me.

I hate this paper. It fucking sucks. Only 8 more pages to go. Guh.

The importance of getting this paper done lies in the fact that I have a party to go to tonight. My friend is having a shed party, which involves the selling of homebrew to pay for the shed she and surrounding neighbours have rented for the summer. They're all out of town for summer jobs, so they thought this was a good way to help pay for the thing. Ingenious, I think. Plus, a dance party could break out anytime and I should probably be there for that.

Last night after work I went for a drink with two of my girlfriends from work. They are the sweetest girls ever. We had a nice chat about all sorts of stuff and shared helpful information about bras. I think it's extremely helpful that all three of us are pretty good listeners with some varied life experiences behind us because all of us can help to put things into perspective for each other when needed. I feel so lucky to know them.

In fact, I've been pretty lucky in general with friends. The people I call friends I know have my back and I theirs, and there's something comforting knowing that people care about you even when you can't always see each other or talk. At times like now (when I hole up and only talk about essays that suck ass) it is my little beacon of light, knowing someone might be thinking of me and sending good thoughts my way.

Geez, this got smarmy all of a sudden. I'm going to write about Unicode now. Fuck.