m'aidez, or something like that.

Memory foam is definitely worth it. I've been up since five and I feel HUMAN. Like, really. Okay, I'm still sick, but comparatively I should feel like death. So yeah, memory foam. *loves*

Something a little strange for your Sunday: The Needies.

Surprise surprise.

Well, bitching at the IEP people hopefully did something.
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that it was the orientation instructor who used the word 'sighted guide'. Ever had to deal with a person that you just don't like and you have no real reason not to like them, given that they're very good at their job and all, but you still don't like them and you can't get away from it? And they haven't done anything directly, but ... you just don't like them?
That's how I feel about Sean's orientation instructor. I hate that. I wish there was something concrete there. Then I could actually say 'I don't like them because they did blah blah'.
But anyway, Carlyn (the group leader person) asked us to send her some suggestions and she'd pass them on. Hopefully that does something. If not, at least I know who to complain to directly.

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Still awake. Still feel mostly human except for the coughing. The only reason my brain is cornmeal mush right now is that I spent the afternoon writing a paper. *dies* If I'm feeling even vaguely human after CI I'll probably watch the other movie for this week.
I'm awake enough to want to write and not awake enough to be able to actually think. Go me. :P

*spits*

Definition of irony:

Yours truly is taking a film minor.
Yours truly is looking at potential future jobs in the industry, including taking part time classes at the Northwest Film Institute.
Yours truly just looked at the job listings there.
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They all require Mac experience.
I may have to get Mac experience.
I don't WANNA.
But ... the jobs are cool.
I hate life.

(Someone make Chris stop laughing at me?)