Verizon thinks I'm going to pay them more than I owe. Aren't they funny.
So this whole bill thing really blows when you have to scan every line of the statement like a critic in a poetry workshop. I mean, really. It's much more fun scanning Yeats. The statements are always trying to screw you. Yeats is just brilliant.
Anyway, we'll see what a good chewing-out will do.
Grad school applications. Ugh.
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Applications plural? Where all are you applying?
Well, applications is a general term. I'm only doing one at the moment (Notre Dame), since I'm relatively happy at my work and have done inadequate research into other graduate schools due to the fact that I am, as ever, lazy. If Notre Dame rejects me, I'll be looking into universities further West -- Texas or Colorado, ideally.
This is going to be interesting.
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