My Pockets Hurt.

So I only have three classes this semester and they're all pretty enjoyable and easy. Yet, this week I have five projects to do and my brain is about to commit suicide. If it doesn't, I plan on stabbing it with a Q-tip. I don't think I have been this stressed out since I've been here at UIC. I think I'm getting a taste of what my girlfriend Rhoda has to deal with EVERY week. villiage people... Still no computer though. I'm a crumby dumby gumby and I forgot to bring home the recovery CD for my 'puter. Survivor this week! Huahh! HOOO-AHHHH I say. Peace, love and punk rawk.