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Time sucks:
1) MOVING LOGISTICS. ksjhdf. Which, contemplating packing, and the selling, and the organizing, and the canceling of various whatevers AND SBC/AT&T's INTERMINABLE CALL-WAITING. ::HAAAATES::
2) Graduation logistics. aslkjdhfkjasd. Dinner reservations and getting stole embroidered and prying medical records away from the people and making sure that diploma will actually arrive and I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR...(maybe black slacks? hmm...)
3) Finals. Which, gah. GAH. _gah.

One way or another, it'll all be over soon. I realize in one part of my brain that one of the reason's I'm spazzing is I've *just* consciously realized that my parents will be here this weekend.

And the apt's a mess.

Which...::grinds teeth:: The female parental unit will Have Words on.

Granted, I've known for awhile that they'd be here for the weekend, and managed so that they're staying at a hotel instead of in my apt. But the brain's not been *realizing* that the parental units will be here this weekend, perhaps to preserve what little sanity it has left.

God, I need to vacuum. ::headdesk::