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Rain. Good, decent, clean rain.

This would make me a lot happier if I didn't still have three walks to Pomona and back left today, but I'll deal with it. I think I'm going to try and see how well my new blanket works as a poncho, but carry a raincoat along just in case.

I desperately need sleep, though I don't think I can catch up on it in the foreseeable future. Is it the weekend yet? At least 70 is done... mostly... it works, in any case.

I am still strong; I am still functioning normally. I can do this yet. Honestly.

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Still not wet

Drift-napped in the lounge after lunch until something approximating time to go, with Instant Heartbreak to keep me company. About 12:40, I was debating just how worth it it would be to haul my ass down the hill to Psych, and dug the syllabus out of my bag to see what'd be going on. One look at the words "Fourier analyses" convinced me that I was exactly where I wanted to be; that is to say, on a couch, under my blanket, listening to music.

There's always a breaking point. ( RLP: Eve 6 - Nocturnal )

I felt better, and vaguely more awake, by about 1:30, so I spent the rest of the time until 81 going through more Hordes of the Underdark. After 81, Steve had his car available for the trip down to psych lab session, then the rain had stopped in time for the walk back, so I was spared too much drenching. Mmm, NWN.... In fact, I think that's what I'll be up to until Robin gets back from choir for dinner.

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